4th night (Phonetic); ‘Feeposhishi. Besh playsh.’ ..”best place..?” “Best place to hide, no one can see you.?”..."hello?".........
5th night. “Not for me?”... "What?" ‘homanni ears abbini’ ( northern dialect, gruff, Yorkshire maybe?) Contact lost.. point just at edge of sleep 55 minutes later, high risk of falling off a step, or feeling leg spasms.. One continuous tone, unaltered pitch, definitely a voice.. Tapping. “Thasapace!. What about it?... ‘Feetaposhishi’ is the best way..? what does that mean?”..... ‘homaniyeasss’. (agitated?) “ What does that mean? Is that a question?” .. 5.45 minutes elapse; sharp bang! “Is that a response?”
6th night ‘Cammeachi frommeaya’ (softly) “What”? (Feeling of fingers bent back) “ GET BACK!!” Laughs.
8th night marks verified. (Same point at edge of sleep), laughter. Wide Awake Again. Fingers hurt.
9th night.? Clothes cause hurt. From seeing them, I mean. Hung up, can still smell them, but that wont last. after that, nothing. -“that’s what it means.?” ‘ YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!’ Soft sobbing some time later (inwardly)
10th night.. 'Cammeachifrommea!'. "No, that’s not where you are! So it cant be the best place can it..?" Single bangs, irregular, for some hours. Hands in tight fists, legs curled up, no toes beyond the beddedges. Some nexday sleep. Wont keepittout bunnossoba.. (cavity search reveals nothing)
11th night Read that burning it is the worst thing cud doo.
So jukeep askinnit. “ your not in safes play ta bee”..[again-one continuous tone, unaltered pitch.louder.frustrated?] Obvious distress..
Not really an automatic painting, but an unfinished idea, painted over and over until it was done. When first attempted to photograph this painting the camera froze and had to leave it until the battery ran out, before I could switch it back on again. (though probably due to battery being low).
The artist can take no responsibility for anything unusual experienced after viewing this painting.
What is intuition other than a word... A morning aftertaste from a fading future echo? where, the past, present and future were, are, and always will be the same moment, beyond closed eyes.. Something to follow then? So long as free-will dosnt de-rail pre-destination, we will meet again, and we will know, but not realise, we’ve met before.
A City of One. A collective consciousness .. A community of I .. An idiot catalogue .. Electric flypaper .. An ever growing kaleidoscope of two way mirrors, An obituary to who we’ve hidden to wither away in plain view, behind something better, that what is accepted, and expected ..
Where, 1; Popularity is its own reward. 2; Personal opinion carries its own risk to this ..; 3; The security of the collective mind means never ever being (in the) wrong.. 4; Find satisfaction that all you know is all there is to know. 6; There will be no anger there, no complaining, no contamination to offend or alienate friends .. 7; Total self immersion will happily replace individuality within the electric white noise of the mee-hive... 8; The only thing we will not fake is an interest in others... 9; Other benefits may include acceptance, validation, approval, and proof of life.
Do not defriend me .. For I bleed just as you do, For here we will all menstruate and masturbate together, we will all breath in time, we will all share the same views, and reject the unfamiliar; the unproven. We will speak to eachother in no more than 160 characters or less-I will lose interest. We will like, and dislike (spitefully) together, we will be tolerant together, and perish those who think different. For let no man, woman, or child be without the mark upon their foreheads, and let those that choose still to be without that mark wander alone in arid wasteland, for they will not be known..They will not exist, or have contact with those that do. We will be one mind together, what one should be, rather than what one could be ..