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We Are Suspended In Transit

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  We are in Transit Poem: We step forward. Each step stirs dust into the air. The dry, shifting evening air. The sun is neither fully risen nor a witness. A silent guardian. Beginnings and endings, both here and just. At this hour. And yet shared. This is where time unravels. Where place dissolves and where movement lingers without. No words, no destination. This is the place. This is the sacred space. Each step cannot ignore faith. Where time unravels. Where movement lingers without end. A witness, a silent guardian. Beginnings and endings. Both here in the distance. The burden we carry is more than we thought. It is more than it is more than distance. It's the stories waiting to be uncovered. And the bond we strengthen along the way. Unanswered questions. Deferred dreams. The hope, the hope of arrival, leads us forward. At this threshold, we are neither lost nor found. We walk in the in-between. Each step whispers. Here we are. Here we are in the middle, in the middle and transit

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At the age of 60, I thought life would be much easier to understand

In the '80s, I was painting art inspired by Fauvist, Cobra and Art Brut artists

I wanted my art to be raw, powerful and primitive

I was investigating our psychological and physical barriers as they failed to protect

I wanted to paint self entrapment where sickness and resistance hid any possibility of outwardly demonstrating wellness.



Back in ‘81

When

Times were fun

As a fine artist

With ambition in mind

I thought of life



It was so primitive

From the 1860s to 1950s

They were seemingly untreatable

They were feared

There was panic

Colonies within a colony



A prison for the sick

Of appalling living conditions

Enforcing social isolation

GRIM and SHAME



A wish in time

Investing in negative sentiment

Self-sealing

Theory

Evidence

Belief



Invested in negative sentiment

Fabric and Structure



Pressed on for living

I have the need to know

Fleeting and impulsive distrust



A self-deprecating joke

I murmur in delight of my loss

I just need a reason

Shelter with me

Angel of Death please pass us by

It’s not true that no one needs you anymore

It is the what that is driving my unhappiness

Embellished through enforced competition



Bless my soul

A self-deprecating joke



Wet and drenched

The edge is challenging me

So obedient to all worldly matters

Harbouring my safety 

I murmur in delight of my loss

For this lonely man rides again



You should be building me up

But your system keeps drags me back

I just need a reason

To sail away

In a dream



A nightmare is approaching

Shelter with me

I slam the door shut

Alert and quivering

Resilient and defiant in fear 

Whispering

Angel of Death please pass us by



It’s not true that no one needs you anymore

But, I just wish I was dead

My vastness of inadequacy

Your judgment is self-honourable

It is the what that is driving my unhappiness

Controlling the damage of my self-worth 

Embellished through enforced competition



The benefits to those who rule

The benefits for those who are ruled

Masters and the slaves

Civilized and savage

Modern and pre-modern



The civilizing mission of non-nations

Registration, surveillance, and control 



In sickness and health

The shaping of minds

A continuum of sickness

A continuum of violence











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