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Sometimes
to over-do a recipe can bring bad taste, but this combination is complimentary,
a feast for the eyes. Humanity is portrayed in a multitude of ways, categorised,
characterised, and cut to tailor the artist’s intended meaning.
Children, women, and men, young and old, revealed and concealed, kept
prisoner or free of restraint. Within itself, the human race runs wild.
Floating in their lost world, serpents of the sea reflect the same loss
experienced by those above water. Fire, water, earth and air – the
elements out of all hands as mother nature prevails. The stomach sinks.
Disease. Exploring the withering physical, the demon cares not for spirit,
rendering a lonely world for some. From waiting rooms to silent beds,
they await a cure or wait to die.
Revealed in blood, animals meet their fate: loss of one life
for another’s gain. Mass production, bred for reason,
death without a qualm. Forced by false reliance, animals await
their doom. In
self-destruction, humanity offers no respect to the life here
before it, leaving moral question in its wake.
Revealing their varied views, artists portray the body, mind and
spirit, reacting to societal spells, and their casts on the innocent
mind. Through abstraction, provocation and distortion, the viewer
is thrust into a pool of disillusion. Although visually entrancing,
the works offer a solemn look at realities so often ignored. Running
itself over, humanity argues within its crazed psychology, and looking
inward for advice, simultaneously ignites the repeated cycle.
Emotive expression portrays the world as seen from all sides.
Beneath, inside, or right to the core, the viewer is lead by
the hand of
imagination, and the message is clear. In view of all the world
bestows, we choose to disregard nature by cultivating the land
with
pointless war and poverty. Failing to realise that less is
more, continual dissatisfaction demands more of too much, leaving
the
world with heartbreaking, unnecessary imbalance. With re-evaluation
in mind, maybe we should view our neighbour’s garden,
before we put value on our own. At the core, we share a fortune
deeper
than we know. Awareness is but another thing.
Let down, again.
We section off the land, segregate, communicate, and offer no answers
to essential needs. A world of disillusion: it had to be said, and
what a better way than this?
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