Shadows

Here will appear full scale graphical arts readily painted with a marker. These will endure in a project I have taken on

making motifs out of shadows. These works will later actually consist of photographed shadows.

"Soul's play"

The essential unprocessed. Of what little known these images appear out of random. Ask me what it is you may. This is the first real graphic I have done in a very long time. It even has a motive.

Done Sunday 23. September 2012

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Laugh

Upon horizon

the dissolved questions

a climb of treats

Lonely and blind

before the altar stone

no heathen whore

sways friars words

In detail

Within

the appology

a written statement

no fictional process

finds abnormal bits

fractures of sight

in command.com

dreary light

Invictions of poverty

two blind mice

A last communion of Christ

no supper

late duped stupified games

of heads burial

soup

The very instant static memory

of clothes

clinging

mouths singing

dawns

I share a laugh

for the lying crowd

shout vile insolence

for what I am taught

The dread of night

dares a solemn height

of figurines

swallowing hence

A paid whence

in tribute of the merry prankster

with no name

lanes dreary

saturated shores

of pityful advice

The scarce manner

is sane

solid

no books

Measure tall venerated disgust

on the mornings

of demons

I sold

Together in this

of that who wins

the trigger bunny

racor stick

garden variety shark

in heaps of morning calls

A doorman paid

no vindicate harazzed mother

leads the lopeholed zero

to a cloud of random

insolved

monastic evidence of life

in the lizard white

paved monkey

ghost monday

sticker rapist

of riots lard

Silence for the lambs of duty

tolls face latin

squared portraits of fools cunning

salute the intricate details

of nude rescemblance

To astound in pictures

of rather distinguished cornerstone

punctuality in which time

is the arranger

Mind the gap

Thread lightly on the floor

shut your mouth

close the door

no vile

mythic stairs

to raining windows

perfumed latter colours

splatter balling screens

no reality

 

İMatieu Pryce