ARTISTS STATEMENT

By Peter M.O. Kadyk 

8/20/1998

 

 

Shadowwing The Scarecrow-Ghost Of The Breeze reflects the penetrating blaze,

Endures until freed by darkness from the vertical crossroads of duty to undulate and embody the mystery

Protecting not humankind’s livelihood, but rather the imagination of those bound by terror; Ragged and torn, haunting, lurking, seeing all transfigured from naked bone to

RAW FLESH INSIDEOUT PLAYING ON THE ILLUSIONS OF STABILITY

 

The story goes like this:

My body is what makes me animal

My mind makes me human

My spirit is what makes me universal

My tendancy is to rage and spite this world of BULLSHIT AND GREED………………

Face the facts? What facts? EARTHLY FACTS or human acts?

BORN TO BACKTRACK……..FOR WAYS OF OLD I WEEP IN WORDS UNTOLD 

The deeper my breath, the further my crime. FREEDOM is voluntary discipline

Currents, Breezes, Open Spaces, These are my teachers.

 

“Unable to remember non existence”, feed the immortal flame so falling ashes into basket case days and weeks cannot break the current of truth. In waning there is danger, however the seed in total darkness bursts and by nature goes down to go up.

The breather I deep……..the breather I deep

 

Child come with me, you smell of fire

You tear and squirm, your prison is dark and firm

Your way however, must bloom as well as burn

 

And big sweeps from perched tree backwards ass super vision cataracting planes of truer now gone billowed howl and swarm in the MAZE of brain rack marrow deposits my spine completely twangeranged. Portal mouse SCRATCHING down at ZOOM distances about jiggerworms dripping GAFAW.This over and done with shit everyday over and over it smells it reeks I am my own worst enemy and my bestfriend How could it be different?

 

This is my home/LIFE. The washroom. The HIV mindfuck. The cleaning marathons and dust control. The instability and disablity of a once proffesional dancer multi-disciplinary worker hiding out but always working. On tour in the woods of G.G. park instead of Europe. Disaster is so close. T-cells are a matter of perspective. Poison is a part of reality as well as all the voices and I am not going down by adding more poison manufactured to feed the fear. THE LEEDS DEVIL IS LOOSE haunting the brainwashed hospitals for all the healers burned for profit.

Against the grain always. That is all        




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