I Think ...Adrian ...

Adrian is the face of a passing thought, recorded in clay by my actions at the time of thinking, he is an abstract something which even I cant pull from the depths of my mind. An automatic manifestation of whatever was going through my mind at the time. He is abstract and automatic and protected by a half clear half murky shell, that makes it impossible for this thought to leave its strangely shaped and highly experimental bubble. Trying to pull Adrian out of his shell is like somebody trying to have a conversation with me. It is deep and in there somewhere but not quite ready to come out.

What to research...

09/07/2014-21/07/2014

The sun is shining,
 the rain has gone,
the birds are still here
I can hear their song.

The once green leaves
 have curled.
and dead.

And rested upon,
your weighed down head.

They've made marks
your skin can't shred

The rain has made your chain
gleam and shine
instead.

 ( object response)

When You're Home Alone And Hear Smashing Coming From A Store Cupboard...

Nice place for a snooze.

Someone Won't take his medicine

Rabbits

 A nice homemade birthday card from my sister:
 In the wild...

 Interacting with Rabbit...

And Cherry...

06/07/2014-09/07/2014

Bird Poo!!
Bird Poo!!

THEY GOT YOU!

And it's not something
you can scrape off your shoe.

Your stained white-red
and they didn't make a nest.

Your scared
In need

A dam right mess.
You can't hide
under the leaves, on your head.

Your cracked, and white.

And hanging in sight.

Your Chained white torturer
getting you ready for slaughter.

( Object Response)

18/06/2014-05/07/2014

It's morning now, and your not dew-soaked.
But, your still swimming.
In those little water-droplets-of-hope.

The insect-bitten leaves
in which you float.

Let the sunlight dance around
and give you hope.

After all these days, your still hanging on.

Listening to nature,
 as the church-bell -tolls.

I don't know your numbers
but it could come soon.

As I'm climbing
the leaves rain dry.

I hope-to-God

this tree won't fall.

But who would care?

if the ground fell up
and squashed the two of us
between stone wall and wood?

Oh, and did you know?
your mod-roc seam,
 is showing through.

near where the chain is hanging you.

( Object Response)