This morning i just couldn’t think of anything clever or amusing for the write up for this piece, so whilst racking my brain I thought i’d have a quick trawl of the interweb to see if i could find any inspiration. It wasn’t looking great until I came across an article about google’s new poetry AI and that’s when things started to fall into place. So instead of some well thought out prose I give you some poetry created by a computer after a little nudge in the right direction by myself. I hope you enjoy:
Psychology of Pink
First I fell into an idle bed;
Drowning all a feeling with a think
To breathe those flowers upon my head.
Psychology of blue
He knew that an artist, an marked school,
Brought on its heart, like the distant dew
As if a dog I might paint a fool?
Now if that doesn’t strike a chord i’m pretty sure you are dead inside…
As i was a little bereft of ideas for what i could write regarding this piece I decided to put ‘pure white 21 grams’ into Google to see what would come up. I thought some cocaine reference would probably come up and was surprised that one of the top results was a site selling something called JWH-018. After a little research it would appear that JWH-018 is a very snappily named designer drug that mimics the effects of cannabis. This has been banned in the UK and various other countries but is still widely available on the internet.
Now whilst this hasn’t got much to do with our picture i just thought it was an interesting aside and just goes to show how enterprising chemists can be. I suppose though that the picture is actually in response to Duncan MacDougall who said that the soul weighed 21 grams.
Its a single level screen print with chalk, acrylic, glitter and spray paint hand finishing. It is A3 in size and signed on the back.
This picture has actually come out of making a mistake, you can tell by the double pull of the screen print but as Bob Ross said “We don’t make mistakes, just happy little accidents.” So with that in mind i decided to carry on with the picture and see what would come out. As the picture involves a man drinking and due to the happy little accident there are two of him i decided that seeing double was a good way to go with this one. The trouble was that’s where the muse left me, and i had to try and figure this one out for myself. To cut a long story short i couldn’t and had to resort to searching google for inspiration. Then out of nowhere i came across a quoth by Anaïs Nin “We don’t see things as they are, we see things as we are.” and hey presto! It just seemed to fit the piece perfectly and there i was with my happy little accident resolved.