skyscapes of the post apocalypse

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Ok folks time to get serious for a bit. As some of you know I am a bit of a conceptual artist. I like to mix photos of the ethereal with poetry to form an aesthetic poesis for the observer, or landscapes and skyscapes and observations of the futility of life and loss, a sharing from one survivor to another across the divide of life’s disappointments. The isolation of being, captive in the mind of constrained freedom with nowhere for that freedom to go, or to be expressed. So if you would permit me to reach out to fellow artists for you serious comments and contemplation on the great void that is our lives today. I thank you humbly and share with you an art project I have been working on for some time. Please read slowly.
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skyscapes of the post apocalypse – the death of day.
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thank you
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In the end.
In the end there was nothing left, just a man

A man. who am I? he thought as he gazed at the world without sun.

Only a shadow of where it once was, like his life, void.

Sometimes there would be flares, of life. But only signs of what life once was. No more.

Memories of how it used to be, we could think and graze with our thoughts in safety

A safety so easily taken by them and their machines

and so we were cast into darkness, alone, afraid, with only the glimpse of the tear in the void left

Even our creator, a distant face in the dark clouds, is he their, is he real? was he ever?

and so the creator breaths a flare, a sign, a small flourish across the void, I am here for just a moment…maybe, or maybe for the last time…

Life now, like empty glass, jars that were once full now just sterile, washed of all life.

The last food, veg patch saviour, saving him from the riots and mobs as the supermarkets were ransacked.

and so I cry

and preserve my small provisions with what salt I have left

and wait

and think about the next day…drifting

The void weighs down on me like the weight on my veg

casting my brain adrift

I try to forget as I cut the remaining apple

and like life the sweet and the sour are bought to the boil as the sugar and vinegar mix and dissolve
into oblivion….

and as the juice has drained from life, we drain it off, just left…the soul

and whats left is added to the mix and simmered

after time we are ladled into those same jars,
they were waiting for us….

topped with remaining juice of life

whilst a different mixture is made, with added zest

oh what the hell give me some real fruit I cry

and so like life we are presented as different flavours

with two more on the go as well

this time a pickle

looking very presentable

and so what does the void say?
what is left of life to live?
whats important?
What is left to enjoy?

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well that’s right, basically its;

Green tomato Chutney,
Spiced courgette Chutney,
Cucumber Pickle, and
Spiced beetroot & orange chutney

and although I didn’t have all the exact ingredients the links to the recipes are here
http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/2865/green-tomato-chutney
http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/6342/spiced-courgette-chutney
http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/68614/spiced-beetroot-and-orange-chutney
http://www.riverford.co.uk/feed/in:recipes/cucumber-pickle/

But whats this, all these leftovers

chuck it all in for a final show.
I used the remaining juice of all but the beetroot chutney mixed all together (well it might work ; )

and even add the last bits of the beetroot.
Just need to find another big jar or two.

and so who am I? he thought as he gazed at the world without sun.
Well I’m not really that sure, but what I do now is that I am now better off by serveral chutneys (and a pickle) then I was before

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skyscapes of the post apocalypse – the day of chutney
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The end, thank you

20 Oct, 2011
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