shows flogging a DEAD horse

2010

Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems!
She is like a woman rising from a tomb.
She is like a dead woman.
One might fancy she was looking for dead things.’ Oscar Wilde

The sludge 11 kms down in the deepest ocean has a similar chemistry to the chemistry of the human brain.

It has been documented that a pair of neurons can endlessly throw a problem back and forth between each other as if playing an endless, monotonous game of ping-pong...

a dance of excentuated gesture born out of overthought and hidden emotion.
Like the involuntary cerebral synapses are fleeting signals to every gesture.

Overthought becomes overload,
overload becomes a sequence of disturbed external spasms of movements which belies massive internal deep thought,
deep trance surfaces from the very depths of the ocean of the brain,

like a whale resurfacing to breath and live before diving back into it’s secrets, it’s subconscious, it’s primeval soul almost to the beginning of its conception as it trawled and twisted around in it’s ameotic fluid at the beginning of it’s time...

sleeping... waiting... pondering..