13" x 14" clear acrylic multimedia sculpture painting

AS A CHILD, I WAS GIVEN BOOKS.

I HATH NOT A DESIRE FOR TOYS, FOR TOYS WERE A DOORWAY TO A PATH OF INSURMOUNTABLE CORRUPTION ON A SUBATOMIC LEVEL.

I WANTED BOOKS.

THE COLORS ON THE BOOKS MADE SOUNDS IN WHICH SONGS WERE SUNG TO CREATURES UNSEEN.

THE WORDS AND THUS THE SOUNDS OF THEIR PRONUNCIATED UTTERANCES CONJURED VIBRATIONS ON THE WALLS OF MY PURE WHITE ROOM.

TO WHICH I PUT A FACE THAT WOULD STAIR ME TO A PLACE WHEN ROCKETS WERE RED AND THE BLUE BIRD WOULD LAUGH AS THE JACKHAMMER BROKE CONCRETE.

WHEN I LOOKED OUTSIDE TO CLARIFY THE PROPER MIXTURE OF VIBRATIONS I SAW SPIRITS PURIFIED INTO REEXISTANCE IN THE WIND.

I DRANK THE ACID RAIN THAT DOTH PUDDLE ON MY SILL FOR IT WOULD BE NECESSARY TO INGEST MY ENEMY, SURROUNDING AND ENVELOPING TO ASSIMILATE THE PAIN OF OUR FUTURE ANCESTORS.

MY MOTHER AND FATHER WOULD BRING ME FOOD ON A PLATE AND I WOULD SAVE THE BREAD, THE BREAD DOTH PROVIDE SUSTENANCE FOR THE BEETLES WHICH I WOULD DEVOUR WITH MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING.

HATH WE WOULD ALL BE CRUNCHED UP IN A FLEETING ENCAPSULATION OF TIME AS DIFFERENT COMPLIMENTARY COLORED PILLS MELTING IN THE ETHER, CLEANSED ONCE AGAIN FOR THE REBIRTH ON SOLID GROUND.

IN THE MEANTIME I WENT TO SCHOOL AND PRETENDED TO BE FLESH AND BLOOD LAUGHING AT WHATEVER THE OTHER KIDS LAUGHED AT CHASING THE BALLS ON THE PLAYGROUND IN WHATEVER ORDER I INITIALLY QUANTIFIED AS DISCREET COMPUTATIONARY COEXISTENCE.

I KEPT A SLEDGEHAMMER IN MY LOCKER WITH A HOLLOW HANDLE THUS ENSURING MY SOUL COMPANIONS AN UNCOMPROMISING SHAFT OF SECRECY TO WHICH THE FINEST SPECIMENS DOTH BRED ON BREAD.

THE RABBIT DANCES, SPLIT AND ORBITING ON ITS NUCLEUS AND REMAINS ON ALERT AS CLAUSEWITZ SPECIFIED IN HIS MOCKERY.