acrylic on canvas, 1.4m x 1.4m


No one figure in the scene is aware of much of what is passing, or has passed, or will pass around, or before, or after him. Each horizon (past, present or future - imagined or otherwise) is crammed to over-flowing with the antics of Fascist Man who, oblivious to the antics of his relative neighbour, struts among the remnants of the planet's other remaining beasts, which he naturally and proudly dominates into the dust. The large figure (individual or collective Knowledge, or Imagination, or the Artist, or Mickey Mouse...) extends to cross the rigid boundary of the Present (or of Reality, or of Conformity, or of Nonsense...) to contact his relation: a baby (his future, or his Past, or his Legacy...). That figure in turn connects with its own Future (or past, or Ideal, or Nightmare...) and is therefore at once both giving and receiving...But what?

The substance of the message(s) the figures pass back and forth to one another is left to the ingenuity of the observer to fill in for himself. Thus he (or she) is obliged to become the key figure in the work, which has no boundary - Imagine the whole as a collage of coloured paper cut-outs: moveable elements (note the key-slots) each of which can be slightly but significantly manipulated, so affecting the symmetry (or constellation, or destiny...) of the other elements and of the vision as a whole. A small tolerance is therefore achievable as the observer, presuming at last to participate, makes physical contact with the lower right-hand corner of the canvas and projects him/herself for a moment (or for eternity) into the Position of Power.

(For the artist himself, the message is the solution to his own existence and is written across the face of the moon, which is in Eternal Eclipse.)