Living being

Hieronymus Bosch a Dutch Surrealist Artist of the13 century famous for a painted triptych depicting The Garden of Earthly Delights which as a child chilled me and spiked my curiosity in the same token.

I did not ever find any comfort in the solace of that grotesque smiling half torso figure that seem to take some kind of morbid pleasure in his own torment. This figure was seemingly being taken apart and inspected by some not so much less horrid half-human animal creatures.

I found the picture far from delightful yes fascinating and terrifying at the same time I often now wonder about his knowledge of human psychology because the picture frightened me in many ways that I do not quite understand even now.

I also suspect that Bosch intended just this to happen and the picture is not so much a dream but as more of a nightmare to be seen. A surrealist painting created by a man who lived over 500 years ago with so very little left behind to give us any kind of insight into his thinking, except for that of the grotesque painting itself.

Part of this picture can be seen to your left-hand side of the picture by the side of my head, whilst I am sitting comfortably by Reggie’s Ephemeral Walls.

With Reggie not being the creator of the clip taken from the famouse Koyaanisqatsi film below.

We are chaos in motion

 A twist in a massive plot

          Chaos to ourselves 

            Believing we are not

                We invent ourselves

            As a natural state of being

                   A million billion cells

               A force beyond our seeing

                  Not an ancient god

               Or a modern science

              We are products

 Of a natural appliance

99.9% of everything we hear, touch, smell, see and feel

is but an internal eternal dream, take the .1% away and 

all we do is think, we are what we think.  

A part of you

Apart of me

A bond in flesh

The world can see

Every hurt

And every joy

Rewarded with

Our children.

Taken from the portrait below that was written when my son was born and the portrait painted when my he was ten.