Connections and abstractions.
Speed, movement and colour.
Infinate space filled with shape.
Black and white make pillow talk,
whilst angular jutting arcs strut
stamping their feet drawing your
A look outside from within one's
A seemingly endless, sprawling labyrinth.
A generic hero – a “super-man,” who lives in a world that no longer needs him.
A world of technological achievement and wonder where man can be everywhere at once.
A crisis of purpose and identity.
A loss of significance in the face of modernity.
Do I dare
Disturb the universe?
In a minute there is time
For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.
For I have known them all already, known them all –
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
- From T.S. Eliot’s “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”