Late Night Gallery V
Basement Exclusive
Welcome to the depths of the gallery
illumination is select, watch your step.
Mixed Media (collage), 2007
“Scattered touch-ups”, Mixed Media (collage), May 2009
“Post-its”, Mixed Media (collage), 2021 poem: 2006 (?)
Post-its
The inventor of—
the fact is written
Laws, forgiven
And time passes,
In its orderly fashion,
with infinite amounts of movements,
soldiers calling for reinforcements
A plastic face, several attachments
of reality and faith,
The world keeps turning
and establishes no race—
Technicolour to black and white
shadows, a single northern light,
waiting for destruction,
to take flight. Thank you for viewing,
This took a minute for me to unpack. I found something quietly unsettling and honest in how this all sits together.
Your words speak of order, of laws, of time moving in a line as if it knows where it’s going. But the images refuse that obedience. They fracture it. They spill it sideways. Faces are cut, multiplied, stylized, performed. The eye in the center doesn’t just see, it consumes, rearranges, edits. Reality here isn’t given; it’s assembled, almost anxiously, from pieces that don’t fully agree with each other.
I keep returning to that tension:
the claim of structure
and the evidence of collage.
“Time passes, in its orderly fashion” but nothing here feels orderly. It feels lived. Interrupted. Rewritten. Like memory trying to behave but failing beautifully.
The technicolor to black and white shift isn’t just aesthetic it feels like consciousness moving between states. Between immersion and witnessing. Between being inside the image and suddenly seeing that it is an image.
And that last line”waiting for destruction, to take flight”
lands differently when held against all this visual layering.
It doesn’t feel apocalyptic.
It feels like release.
Like the destruction isn’t of the world, but of the illusion that it was ever singular, ever stable,
ever one thing.
What you’ve created here, poem and image together, feels like a meditation on the constructed self. Not as a problem, but as a process. A constant assembling. A constant dissolving.
Not chaos. Not order.
Something prior to both,
watching itself take shape.
Your art gallery is always great! Thanks for sharing!