We have had new neighbours for about three weeks.
They have a dog.
The dog doesn't bark in the normal doggy kind of way. Instead it 'yips'.
For the first few days the dog 'yipped' all day and half way into the night.
On the third night it woke me up at two oclock.
Then it woke me up at three.
When it woke me up at four I lay awake for an hour deciding what I would do.
By the time I climbed out of bed at half past six I had decided that if the neighbours didn't get rid of the dog I would either:
1) sue them, or
2) kidnap the dog, gag it with some of my old tennis socks then dump it down a mine shaft.
Of course as a kind hearted intelligent man I didn't do any of these things - after all someone might see me, or worse, recognize my tennis socks when they finally found the body.
Instead red eyed and saggy cheeked, I went and politely knocked on the neighbour's door the next morning.
But that's another story - needless to say the dead rat in this image is a metaphor for something deep in my psyche.
Did you know that rats belong to the genus Rattus? And the black rat is known as Rattus Rattus? Who ever said that scientists don't have imagination, eh?
About this image? It's for IF's "Silent". As you can see it works on three different levels. The top level, the middle level, and surprisingly enough, the bottom level. I think the justification for the paradigm, is found in the imposition of the persona of the rat, mirrored of course both symbolically and metaphorically by the metallic finish on the horn, which, in some ways, the horn itself is an iconic archetype of both the horn of plenty - representing harvest, lust, and loud noises - and the God of Thunder, Thor, who had an amazing lisp, and a way with his tools. I haven't even touched on the flower patterns which came with a book of Japanese patterns, on their own DVD which was marked, Copyright, nothing in this DVD can be reproduced, I mean I ask you? How can they sell you a DVD of patterns that you can't use....? I think that's why I gave them green nipples, which to be perfectly honest, was an accident, but I thought, gee if that sicko sadistic Surrealist guy can do amputee doll sexual innuendo, the least I can do is give my dolls green nipples.....
Okay, sorry about that.I just felt like raving as the kid next door has started playing with his electric car outside my window. The car goess zzzzzzzzzzzzsiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiisssssssssssssssssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip, ssssssssssssdfagggggg, gggggggwwwwwww wwwippppppp every five seconds. The kid goes YOOOOOOWAAAAZAA and kind of gurgles occasionally in excitement. He sounds a little like a baboon in the last throws of a tumultuous orgasmic terminal pancreatisis.
I hope his mother poisons him accidently before I have to use my tennis socks on him. I know which would be the worse fate.
Err, just kidding. Actually my neighbors are quiet, well mannered and a joy to speak with.
The genesis of this image.
Recently I went to our national gallery and saw an old book of photographs of dolls by Hans Belmer. Very surreal. A quick search on google gives me a lot of pseudo erotic bondage type photos so beware.
This is one of the photos in the book I saw. I didn't realise it was meant to be erotic till I saw it in the context of his other work. I just thought it was
weird.... in fact maybe I shouldn't have bought it up.... but I think his work evokes an emotive response and so is worth examining for this aspect alone.
Thank you for those people who wished me well with my books. That means very much to me thank you. There was a small mention of one of my artists' books in the paper on Saturday - which is also very exciting!
Meanwhile prayers for Jack Foster's wife who has been very ill recently. You can wish him well at
Jacktoons if you like.
Jack's a good bloke and a very funny guy and I'm sure he'd appreciate your prayers more than you imagine.
