Gorm is what we have become, the human species in general. Amidst the glamour and geometric swirl of natural beauty, as a collective, we increasingly close our hearts and minds to others of our kind and the world that sustains us. Sometimes, the planet protests and release its brutal energies, tearing down shelters with hurricane fire, flaying people alive under a rain of volcanic ash. But, it’s the casual cruelty we humans inflict on each other that is most troubling.
It seems we don’t even hate enough; the willful destruction, the impregnable inhumanity and above all the waste. We are Gorm ~ unfeeling, desensitised, divisive, deceitful, afraid and false.
Neither do we love our brilliance and compassion, our endeavour to create things greater than the sum of the components, our magnificence in the face of adversities.
We are Gorm ~ uninspired, unaffected, indifferent, dormant.
In the beginning,
God made man in his own imagination
baked in the rubble of an Earthen oven.
A hundred trillion sweated beads reflected several billion souls
each of them a googolplex of melded particles
who squandered their sprinkle of wisdom (pants down, sucking thumb)
who squandered hope’s purest prayer on this barren place
who squandered a voice to confess in the realm of the deaf
and wanders through beehive dreams of life and love
pouting and plucking, expressing insipid blood . . .
>Painting: Oil, acrylic, charcoal and 24ct gold on board 2 metres x 1.5 metres<
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