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For What They Have Seen by pauldrobertson

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For what they have seen.

Watercolours on paper. 100 cms x 70 or so.

Finally finished the second component of this diptych today the first piece is Blame Your Green Eyes

The diptych… Blame Your Green Eyes, For What They Have Seen

hm – erm sometime after Christmas 2007 but not too long cuz I just ate reheated PUDDING which was FANTASTIC even though it is made with suet.

Damn. Shouldn’t have thought of that.

No really.

Damn.

Am adding the song that I wrote from whence I took the titles to the two works… and to the diptych that contains them both.

I am allowed. I’m special. Like Ralph in The Simpsons.

OUR LITTLE DEATHS… (The chords also rock.)

you nail my guitar to the bedroom wall
you lick your lips promise me more
take my nail polish, go out to score
but I can’t, I won’t help anymore.

That final appointment waiting in line
A scar on the flesh of your inner thigh,
A casual promise and a white lie
Where the old bridge splits the hot night sky

CHORUS
Our little deaths
Holding your breath
I’ll always be less
Always a mess
Ill never confess
To the cuts on my flesh
Or the tears on your dress
Are all we have left

You carry the heat all bloody and keen
Hot with this fever since you were 15
Stones you’ve kept for each lie you have been
Blame your green eyes, for what they have seen

We kissed on the beach last Halloween.
And now we’ll never forget the shit we have seen
The hell in the wall the gorgeous machine
The tiny mad children that we have both been

The model is my beautiful, kind and talented ex and friend, Kylie. She is way cool. She has a remote control darlek. I mean. That… is cool.

ooh. Ah. Hm. Um.

I feel like I am moving through milk with a switch of wine or something more course (vodka gin nicotine steel? – the sting of some deadly chemical) threaded through it. Heavy limbs and tingles in my hands and feet. I am considering, remembering. Hard to see.
One of the unique flaws I have. (Unique? Did I just have the fucking audacity to say that?) My memory seems to work in a slightly different way to the way I understand the rest of the human world’s to. This has been made far worse and far more absolute by the ECT (for those new to this particular acronym it stands for Electro Convulsive Therapy. Shock treatment. ST. ILA. I Love Acronyms.) This in that I have realised how little difference there is between my memory as affected by the treatment and my memory unaffected. Little. None?
Say to me of an experience shared, and I will ask of you for more and more specifics, until I can build an image, or a sound, or a SENSATION of some ilk specific to that point, and then the experience in its entirety will flood back into my mind. This is little different from the way everyone else experiences things, excepting, perhaps, the degree of cues needed to spark the fire of memory, and also the extent and exactitude of my recollection. Like a flaking mirror. Like tigers in tall grass.
Like zebras stacked and wrapped in horizontally striped black and white socks.
The interest lies, perhaps, in this specific shard. I do not believe I have more of a facility. I think I have less. I think that I am in this manner more stupid than the people that I know intimately. Than those that I read about. In some sense I am dumber, I guess.
I can’t see memory, anyone’s memory, as being a continual, smooth line of experience.
You can drop a lit match into turpentine and it will sizzle out. Also into petrol and methylated spirits. The flash point is over-ridden by the impact with liquid. Zz-sh. Fire-free.
We are formed by our memory and choice, and so much, oh so much so, by the threads of what we have found to be the most powerful and beautiful. I believe that what I have seen informs others of their beliefs and the tenets of morality that instruct them is in actuality some kind of AESTHETICS. Take me down to my essence, to where I brood in my hind brain animal honesty, and you will find this. I believe that it correlates with how everyone (yes, bathe in the light and beauty of this instinct) forms the core of their beliefs. How we are formed.
BY BEAUTY.
And then from an extension of one selection after another built partially from each other and extracted and separated each time by aesthetic appreciation every instance.
There is some inseparable connection here between memory and action. We remember in some unconscious manner what we have chosen to believe, what we have found most powerful in the past, what HOLDS MORE MEANING FOR US THAN ANYTHING IN OUR EXPERIENCE – and this informs us how we should ACT. How we answer the phone what we eat who we sleep with what pets we have our reaction to the flies buzzing around our brilliant heads, how we will SPEAK and what we will say. Every choice we make. What we are thinking of as we lie dying and which fucking CEREAL we pick.
These things link hands and tell us whisper to us. Beauty and memory. Instinct and experience. Move my hands over the dirty keys and glance outside into the hot white summer light. I choose. We choose. I am informed as to how to choose. By a process I don’t and perhaps can’t understand.
The way we move and behave is extracted by the shattered lines of our memory. It is NOT a procession of smooth and comprehensible awareness.
I think this is what is dictating what I am writing.
And since I feel that I am in this way DUMBER than others, well, hm, I am left in an ocean of unconnected experience.
Bleh. Maybe I am just being a wanker and reading into everything wayyyyy too much.

HI EVERYBODY!!
I have been writing my novel, which is so exciting i made my cat throw up last chapter I finished. Um… I spun her around saying “YAY!” too much. so i haven’t been painting anywhere near as much as i like to. (I’ve also been realllllllly sick. oh well.) Apart from painting I have a side-line in cat straightening – an uncommon skill that i learned in a dzong in Bhutan.

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Comments

  • brummieboy
    brummieboyalmost 7 years ago

    Fabulous work ……

  • Carmen  Cilliers
    Carmen Cilliersalmost 7 years ago

    Gorgeous painting, so much depth and colour, particularly for a water colour. Nice work Paul.

  • Sharon Geisen Hayes
    Sharon Geisen ...almost 7 years ago

    beautiful!!!

  • Woodie
    Woodiealmost 7 years ago

    Another brilliant watercolour companion piece Paul.

  • annacuypers
    annacuypersalmost 7 years ago

    Beautiful work. Great color !

  • GittiArt
    GittiArtalmost 7 years ago

    All is amazing and beautiful !!! Love it !!!

  • hatefueled
    hatefueledalmost 7 years ago

    wow! you finished them! well done! they look amazing! i adore the second…so i’ll go comment on that one and fave it ^^

  • hatefueled
    hatefueledalmost 7 years ago

    oh.. i thought i was still looking at the 2 of them together! lol well yeah, me loves this one <3

  • ljxtreem
    ljxtreemalmost 7 years ago

    Awesome, real emotion.

    Mick

  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladealmost 7 years ago

    Love this work Paul. The body form and colours express intense emotion. In a word beautiful.

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