Most of my work is personal, sometimes I try and distance myself from too much exposure by generalising. But this one ; I admit fully that it is all about me! I have a large invisible entourage of neuroses, psychoses and various other symptoms of living bruises.
This image isn't necessarily a representation of a physical event, I kept getting this image when everything was going wrong recently. It was the 'they' from a previous post colluding to spoil things for me. Not only did 'they' block my way they threw stones to push me back and indeed hurt me. I thought by giving them faces I could exorcise them!
like most people my life is shadowed by a mysterious group of beings known collectively as they. They have a nebulous, shape shifting quality that I can never pin down. Whenever anything goes wrong with my life it is 'they' that had a hand in it. They cause rumours, whispers and conspiracy theories at every turn. 'They' are controlling, silent and dispassionate.
i read a story in a newspaper recently about a man who scouted for women in the lonely hearts pages, he'd invite them to a romantic picnic, listen as they poured their troubles out and at the end of a perfect afternoon would dispatch them without a second thought. He rationalised his actions by saying that he saved them from lonely sad lives after giving them a good time, it was an altruistic act of ultimate kindness you see!
It is widely believed among the old wives of Arabia that a bite by a rabid dog results in the human giving birth to a litter of puppies. My Arabic grandmother was convinced of this, and knowing our English obsession with dogs, would warn us of this on a regular basis. This only acted as an incentive as far as I could see, to find a rabid dog to bite me. I was going to get a litter of puppies one way or another.