He keeps to himself alot
He works physically, in 3D sculpture and kinetic art, things that move and seem to live.
They emote when he cannot
The room is in darkness, dim light filtering down from dirty
windows high in the walls of the room. Single motes of dust
sparkle like gold in the straying sunbeams.
"this is for you" says a voice from the shadows,low and sonorous.
A darker shadow looks up,pale features drawn in a look of pain.
"I made it to try and say something that i could not" His pale
grey eyes look sad."i hope you understand "
The curtain rolls away, revealing a towering metallic form, made
from scrap of metal,electrical parts,broken machines. It looks
like a man,face a static filled TV screen,clothes like batwings
of rusty steel drawn close about him.
"I am he" the shadows whisper, and the statue moves, arms slowly
raising,images flickering over its face-screen...
A peacock with a blazing tail
A bundle of daggers tied with black ribbon
A lifeguards chair on a foggy beach
A disembodied mouth silently screaming
A fakir pushing a skewer through his cheek
A rusting fairground roundabout
A flyer for a circus that is trampled into the mud
CHOPPERS FACE
The statue has moved its arms up,as if begging for pity. Its
cloak of rust suddenly shakes,flakes of rust falling from it as
it slowly opens...
Again the images start to flow .
A shooting star burning up in the atmosphere
A candle burning from the inside out
A heart pulsing in slow motion
A knife flashing in darkness
A broken bottle lying in a trackless desert
The statue's wings are upraised, revealing it to be an angel
patterned by rust and corrosion. Its wings bear the scars of
decay, but its body is of glass, lit from inside by neon
lights. They pulse different colours , throwing weird shadows
across Choppers face as he watches.
The statues arms move back, toward itself...
Again the images, but faster,more distorted...
A complex electronic wiring diagram
A womans face contorted by a soundless scream
A siloette of peaple leaping and dancing
A cartoon heart that bleeds slowly
A songbird burning in its cage
A blind man in a field of poppys
A single teardrop rolling down a cheek
The machine angel's hands stop on its chest. Silent trick of
machinery and its chest swings open,flourescent tube ribs over
fibre optic intestines and blown glass organs.The hands return
holding the red glass heart,pulsing softly.The delicate tubing
around it has shattered, and it slowly bleeds glowing red .
The Machine-Angel holds out its hands, offering its heart to you.
On the monitor that is its face, the final scene of De Forte's
Duet Macabre appears...
"why must i die for you?"
"For when alive i love you for just one day, but dead i shall
love you forever..."