John Hoyland No.19, 26.12.1961
Ivor Abrahams The Garden Suite
Josef Doka
And so we were in this foreign place, with the need to find a home, with the need to relate somehow to something, anything, but something intimate, something that reveals life's intricacies at every split second, every moment. The most comforting and uncomfortable of feelings, dance, DANCE, jump into the sea, name it, then forget about the meaning of the word, forget the meaning of everything and look with wide open irises and agree and confirm and satiate your desires and then comes the harmony followed by the first dissonance. A candle goes off and this vast space now has a memory, a story, an identity, soft warm skin in the cold wet weather.
...Purple cake day, a smile and a hand underneath the table.
.........grangemouth, from whence came the cocteau twins from www.papercoffin.com
Philip Taaffe Echinus-Diadema
Thomas Hirschhorn
Ernesto Neto
