Exhibition at West Space, Melbourne, 2015.

Fragments & Vacillates

To start with a scene of mountains foreignish green
Armyish olive green folds and wrinkles
A finched up mat
Pools of tinted resin poured into valleys
Shapes by a tabletop gaming teenager who has books
About landscape architecture and collects little bits
Of packing foam to sculpt bunkers and hillocks from
With a hot wire cutter

To be spoken or read
To put to sleep
Then often helps to watch
And sing
Or run
Instead

Fading in scenes

Murky lens focusing and but never really coming into
Focus
Colours fade are dispossessed
Little splotches daubs specks of grime on the lens
Are like colourless like flecks of wet snot obscuring
The pixels
It rains slightly

Fades in on two figures
Fragments and Vacillates

Like a slithering snake or a lizard changing colour
Vacillates can never decide on any one state
V wavers waving at both sides
Cutting a fine and
Deep line through the centre of things

Broken braking backing barking baking baaing
Bawling balancing carefully on the line between
Being parts and a whole sum of parts these figure is
Called Fragments
Who zooms-in through the olive Pinched mountains
And looks
And makes bigger some bright flat panels of water
Reflecting gold from the sun or like a lamp from
Above

Zooms bigger bigger and bigger at these pools that
Comes rushing forward
And Fragwents parts hops and skips around on the
Glassy surface for a while
They walk on water
The parts

Vacillates laughs then cries
Calling out earnest warnings about Fragments being
Not able really to swim and then
But jeering at Framges to try a dive

Fargems trembles and with deafening splashes drops
Beneath the surface of the pool and gold goes milky
Brown then tans to hay as moldy straw stains and
Blurs gesturally in all directions
Massing moving and panning down deeper into wet
Textured whitenesses and wandering strokes

From the shore Vacillates watches then looks away
While Frrgmnts sinks and drowns

Frustratingly ripped Fragmen's moments bite hard
Chocolate doesn't describe desire enough to let words
Finish off whole games
Whole circle with old whirlings and inside spinning
Patterns flops flips flops around and without fixed
points their pictures slips and gently back and slowly
forward sanding in crumbles mixing wet and solid
Matter lights Out Land Looks Cape and wonders
Matter Vacillates un-resolve
No new land but then new land for sale

Fragme's looks fading looks up and sands a light
Captures beats reigns and glow
Sitting on the pool's floor they waits

Cause we can use colour to measure time
Colours fades and plants die when tones brighter and
Darker with a moving sun or another light going on
and off
Fragz's colour scheme is lightish to Vacillate's
No mud