I don’t want to replicate, illustrate, imitate or even communicate…..but protest!

Expel my head my heart and the very pit of my being upon the canvas the anger and the sorrow the love and the relief that comes forth with every fucking expulsion of air from my lungs. To be left alone and never alone to live and to die and to know that there’s nothing more or less, before or after. To see and feel line and form and light and dark, to see the void … feel insignificant… find solace in the silence of mark.


‘The Deciever’

Gaze upon deception

the rotting root of all lies,

from the tainted perverse 

Earth it grows.

Unyielding it defies.

©Robin Croucher