Blog Post # 29


Dead deer on the side of the road today––an eerie emblem of my grandfather’s land, Scotland, which I’ve never visited. Introduced species––wandering around destroying the habitat. Killed by contracted hunters. Albeit still praised and adored for their statuesque beauty. Is that dead deer an omen of my brothers troubles that pervade our lives––his superior intelligence becoming deadened by medication and endless hospitalisations––gradually slanted toward total institutionalisation. The blood was entwined in the ruminant fur of the hinterland mythical beast. It lay at winters edge, at roads arrow––rained, sleeted and snowed on. Turned over to unguarded nocturne. A whisper of its passing slips through the milky covered night.

Boundary Speak (Diaries 2013-2021) centrally focuses on reportage of my life’s happenings, notes on readings, phantasms or wild forays, riffs off music or footnotes from poems that take me on a strange journey, ruminations and thought fragments. My outsider artwork is focal on my Re-learn your Alphabet for the Twenty-First Century drawings (some of which are collaborations with my children), my robot series, as well as many other drawings undertaken over the period 2013-2021.