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Return to Source – Solo Exhibition -October 22nd, 2016

Everybody is invited to the opening of my solo exhibition ‘Return to Source’.

The works will be on display for a month at Red Door Gallery, Heinesgade 13, 2200 Copenhagen. All artwork is for sale.

Facebook event: https://www.facebook.com/events/1186265168102421/

First Instance of the Void.

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I was born
too dangerously
close to the silence.

My eye made
great effort
to shine above
the stillness.

It was violently
obvious that I could
not carry into
the melody
that peace removes
from the world
of instants
to the next
of eternal observation.

It did not take
much time
however
to wrap my body
with the thickest
and most ephemeral
clouds.

And then
I found the mirror
through which
the core of living
is reflected
like a perfect example
of deep –
truly profound
sleep.

feeling

I want to remain
in that feeling.

I injure my boundary
to crack open
the slit
through which
this entirety
can
enter.

Enter
heavily
enter
heavenly
enter
so swollen
with light
that I am
swallowed
by the color
that silence
makes.

No weapons
are
defined
in my claws.

I kiss
behind
the sharpness
of the darkness.

om oh orbit
om oh
owls orbiting
the softness
of my
voice.

Look at
this coil
of art.

Oh when
the tooth
was felt
more rock
than bone.

When a
meadow of rain
was longer
than the minute
of pain.

Have patience
in leaving
the moment.

I have created nothing new.

In the beginning everything was still.
Then there was an itch or ache and totality stirred.
A dance was born.
Wave after wave of color emerged.
Rains of sound were released from the center.
The original impulse became two, trees, fire.
Its unity was broken, reflected from a trillion eyes.
Rhythm appeared as an essential trait.
Pulses emanated, at times violent, at times sad.
Wonder and angst fucking inside the skull’s crater.
A mad civilization rose, structure after structure.
A sea of ideas now saturates the air.
Here we are in this vast corner surrounded by a cosmos.
We are the same as IT.
These pictures are throbs of that primordial energy.
I have created nothing new.