NO CURE FOR BIRTH AND DEATH...

... save to enjoy the interval!

BEFORE...

For what it's worth, it's not easy with only the past to converse with, but still, those of us still standing have managed thus far to shore up the levee against the inevitable whirl pools and eddies left in its wake which threaten the onward tide of linear flow, and perhaps with less difficulty the continuous search through the obscene estate of once friendly streets, the putrid paving stone of town and all the hiding places taught us at times of union... But, the mother of all our here and now’s give no definitive answers. Rejoicing in the pre-incarnation of herself in infancy is enough to lose forever what’s promised, only to discover her fullness night and day in giddy clarity. For all we know the fake who lives and walks about right now and tomorrow when it arrives in her clothes is the genuine touch stone. Perhaps the confetti imitating the counterfeit is simply strewn across the churchyards time and again because it’s wanted more than the stranger who blew one last kiss to the air, turned, and walked away forever.

...AND AFTER

On seeing yet another ‘almost completed canvas’ wiped out with primer, a colleague said to me that I should stop trying to complete the definitive painting every time I struggle to finish a canvas, that I should know when to stop, let the buggers live, move on and start afresh. But perhaps it’s the not knowing when to stop which allows me to move on? Still, she has a point when it comes to having stuff to show for all the effort! It’s the way I work though, and some stuff does survive. Aye, the crap though, Dominika used to say :-) Well, not in so many words, but that was the gist!