Peter Clarke (1929 - )

mixed media
50 x 35cm

Apart from the fact that the sun rises nothing
is stable. A state of mind develops, confusion,
loss. You don't know why it is that you are experiencing
this pointless journey that had a vague beginning
& will have an indefinite end.
You are trapped in ongoing mayhem day after day.
In the process you lose track of weeks, months,
years, time.
Family members, friends, possessions disappear,
even one's personal indentity. Life becomes an existence
that is fragile, dangling by a thread that is
so thin it can easily snap.

2005 Michael Stevenson. All rights reserved.