The main part of my work for the exhibition “DisUnited Kingdom”, showing with British artist 8mail at Tales Of Art Galleria d’Arte, Imola, Bologna, Italy
‘A man of military metal. mentally melted by his repeat vision’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Another BBC ‘another chance to see’ the running soldiers buried’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘A time when a lone armed robbing was made to pass a thank’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘See their feathers and see their wings. In my first attempted critical crucifixation’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Khorosho – the vision for all mankind’s unkinds wind-bent’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘and this is the form – in our void. So as the crooner legend ever sings’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Drowned under baking sands by laughing comrades’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘The military, elementary frozen sea that day’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘ever frozen in lost myth of L’important est de ne jamais désespérer’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘If there’s to be fall from grace. Then let this be it freed’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Seats down, lights down, heads up, joy and tears’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Salt on her cheek and grit in his eye (he said) so so sorrowfully’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘We all saw hallowed Elise on the mental train’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Frozen time till the deco dream dies’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘A time when week’s end finished with a sojourn and the bank’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘unbending we, unkind time… this is our void’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Time she stops and time stopped her and now the town must pay’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘So now the town is forced to watch droog Alex and Billy’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘I sat opposite on the day following’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘and here, today, another woman dies inside’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘A time of future endlessness when words were lost and found’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Following her secret being freed by her lost lover’s lost love’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Spent to the burn in the new twisted heart of those sands’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Let’s have your attention the RSM would shout’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘Oh I’d love for him to find a book of thievery to thieve’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘A time when light in darkness did away for needs of sounds’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘A national pride in a house of lights named after Alighieri’s dark’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘to leave for another to find too hot to dust like sands’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘So saintly Elise lost the love of her teenaged eye’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘The only card listed in his bleak mid-wintered asylum visitation’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘military mental bulldozings are Diesel’s psychotic hell vision’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘just another carved victim of callous national pridev 23 x 23 cm
‘Fuelled by Pyridostigmine glue. Sticking hot head in hotter sands’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘His family’s gone, his military’s gone so only the books will save his mindings’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘All she clutches now is the fading sun-bleached dream’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
‘of a soldier’s wife’s last dance before’, pastel and spraypaint on paper, 23 x 23 cm
Full text of Eyes Wide Closed
A man of military metal. mentally melted by his repeat vision
Another BBC ‘another chance to see’ the running soldiers buried
Drowned under baking sands by laughing comrades
military mental bulldozings are Diesel’s psychotic hell vision
Fuelled by Pyridostigmine glue. Sticking hot head in hotter sands
The only card listed in his bleak mid-wintered asylum visitation.
His family’s gone, his military’s gone so only the books will save his mindings.
Oh I’d love for him to find a book of thievery to thieve
to leave for another to find too hot to dust like sands.
So saintly Elise lost the love of her teenaged eye
Spent to the burn in the new twisted heart of those sands
All she clutches now is the fading sun-bleached dream
of a soldier’s wife’s last dance before.
Let’s have your attention the RSM would shout.
We all saw hallowed Elise on the mental train.
I sat opposite on the day following
Following her secret being freed by her lost lover’s lost love
Salt on her cheek and grit in his eye (he said) so so sorrowfully
and here, today, another woman dies inside
just another carved victim of callous national pride
A national pride in a house of lights named after Alighieri’s dark.
Seats down, lights down, heads up, joy and tears.
A time of future endlessness when words were lost and found
A time when light in darkness did away for needs of sounds
A time when week’s end finished with a sojourn and the bank
A time when a lone armed robbing was made to pass a thank
Time she stops and time stopped her and now the town must pay
The military, elementary frozen sea that day.
Frozen time till the deco dream dies
So now the town is forced to watch droog Alex and Billy
ever frozen in lost myth of L’important est de ne jamais désespérer
Khorosho the vision for all mankind’s unkinds wind-bent
unbending we, unkind time… this is our void
and this is the form – in our void. So as the crooner legend ever sings
See their feathers and see their wings. In my first attempted critical crucifixation
If there’s to be fall from grace. Then let this be it freed.
“DisUnited Kingdom”, featuring Guy Denning and 8mail
at Tales Of Art Galleria d’Arte, Imola, Bologna, Italy
opens Saturday 27 January 17:00 and runs until 4 March 2018
guydenning.org 