I started with conceptual visualisation a meaning point that i could understand.
Looking a bit inside me i realised that what i think and feel is better said in words.
The Line
Like birds in boxes on echoing corridors, nihilism imposed in
the architects office. Linear existence of modernist dreams.
Row after row.
Line after line.
Dichotomy creating social delinquent.
Hedonistic in culture, a briefly but tragic
mirror is broken.
Abstract secrets revealed.
Quite but brave.
Lines electrified preventing intrusion,
creating protection, isolating, controlling,
commuting the bride to her well thought
out wedding.
For movements sake!
Let me be free to wonder...!
I was hear long before you and
will always be.
Let your eyes follow the path
as the hand that created me.
In the land of the dead there
are no traces for lines to appear
on surfaces.
Only threads in labarinyths where
all is vague and void of reality.
I sit upon my line, some of it has surely gone.
Its withered, torn, its confused me. But i don't
doubt it.
The Line.
It starts with light lines entering eyes,
Adroit in perception.
Flipped in an instance,
Now electrical impulses.
Secrets of the world revealed.
Like birds in boxes on echoing corridors, nihilism imposed in
The architect’s office.
Linear existence of modernist dreams.
Row after row.
Line after line.
Dichotomy creating social delinquent...
Hedonistic in culture, a brief but tragic
Mirror is broken.
Abstract secrets revealed.
Quiet but brave.
Lines electrified preventing intrusion,
Creating protection, isolating, controlling,
Commuting the bride to her well thought
Out wedding.
For movements sake!
Let me be free to wonder...!
I was hear long before you and
Will always be.
Let your eyes follow the path
As the hand that created me.
Critical, unconscious, unaware of
Lines of laser beams penetrating my
Brain for connections of malice.
Prognosis excellent, relief for the
Family, helplessly waiting.
In the land of the dead there
Are no traces for lines to appear
On surfaces.
Only threads in labyrinths where
All is vague and void of reality.
I sit upon my line; some of it has surely gone.
Its withered, torn, its confused me. But I don't
Doubt it.
How much will lay before me…
This was my final presentation. I decided to use my own imagery to make my work more complete.
Critical, unconscious, unaware of