Monday Morning You Look So Fine: The Smiths

Bizarre moments of late... what with the press for my exhibition, I have been skylined I guess; easier to pick off; in a better position to hear some bizarre theories as to how and why I do what I do. Not least of which regard my temper and my apparent "god complex". Guess I shouldn't have made that comment at Oppiaarde about not needing wellingtons, as I am fully capable of walking on water. I do have a big, loud mouth... blarney, like. But I do get pissed at the thought of people approaching stories sheep-like, more form than content, and without the ability to think for themselves or even critique their work to the point that they can at least see through the SHIT they themselves write about it; one reason I prefer photography to writing, though I can turn a phrase should the need arise.

Writing aside though, I get the feeling there are those that pigeon hole what I am up to, trying to reduce it to an aesthetic formula, but to no effect. Perhaps I do it myself... to myself. Either way, I am quite happy to mouth off about it... but rest assured, you can come talk to me about it if you want, rather than sucking your thumb. I promise to tell you to fuck off (if I am so inclined) in the first 5, rather than waste your time...

These pictures are reference to gesture (or a gesture to reference)... an attempt to climb out of the box my god complex apparently put me in. Safe.






"Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking
When I said I'd like to smash every tooth
In your head...

Oh ... sweetness, sweetness, I was only joking
When I said by rights you should be
Bludgeoned in your bed..." - The Smiths

Later.