RECYCLED INTO THE PLASTIC ETHER

5' x 2' x 1' clear plastic multimedia sculpture painting

ENDEAVORING ON THAT JOB IN THE CITY OF LAS VEGAS WAS SECONDARY TO THE PRIMARY OBJECTIVE OF MY BEING.

HERETOFORE I TOOK IT UPON THYSELF TO COMMIT THEE TO THE ISOLATION OF THAT MOJAVE DESERT IN THE SEASON OF ALL HALLOWS EVE UNDER THE WATCHFUL EYE OF THEE GREAT SPIRIT.

IT IS HERE AMONGST MY SOLITUDE WHEREAS I MAY BURY MYSELF IN THE SAND, ONCE AGAIN, WITH THE CRAWLING ONES SO CLOSE AND DEAR TO THY HEART.

HOME AT LAST WITH YOU, MY ARACHNID SOUL FINDS PEACE AND TRUE MEANING WITHIN THE GRAINS OF SAND.

FOR DAWN AND DUSK BRINGETH TRANSITION I PROCESS FOR SUBCONCIOUS FODDER.

YEARS FOR EXPECTATION ADDING UP TO 3, FOR LIVE SILK HEAVENS WAIT TO BE JUSTIFIED IN COLORS MANIFEST UNTO THE FREQUENCIES APPROVAL.

I THOUGHT BACK TO THE MOMENTOUS OCCASION WHEREUPON FIRST STUMBLING ONTO THY SNAKE LEFT THEE ENTHRALLED AS EQUAL TO THE BIRDS IN FLIGHT RIGHTFULLY ENVOKING ENVY WITHIN THEE.

I DOTH ASSEMBLED THIS PLASTIC ANGEL AS A SACRIFICE TO THEE BIRD SNAKE UNSEEN BY THAT HARDENED EYE OF MODERNITY, ARTIFICIAL AND FOCUSED ON A WORLD OF ILLUSIONS.

I LET HER FALL ONTO THE CONCRETE.

HER WING BROKEN, I NAMED HER EDIE, AND WALKED HER DOWN THE STREETS OF THE DIRTY CITY, THUS DELIVERING HER TO A DUMPSTER IN A RECYCLING YARD.