The Boo on Ian Moir

The Death of Nature,

The Realisation of Old Knowledge,

The Application of Old Knowledge to life,

    In a new way, the road is set out before you, but your nature resides as you step forth into the world

Bringing your richness with you

The presentation speaks for itsself 

But only if you are on that level

    Encarnate the physicality of thought - forth production in oil and colour, a feeling of fact conveyed in a metaphor, solid for the moment, will you be relevant tommorow? What "tomorrow" will i know? Convey me red. convey me blue, convey the me i am to you

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 Some people only contibute to life through their death. I contribute to life through my nature. Giving through interpretation and reinterpretation. So the cycle goes. Be confident my friend, you are valued. These thoughts conveyed with conviction are what bring meaning. Fear holds us back and kills. This is the application of nature, life and death. The question is: do you want to be part of the living? Join me there on the plateue above the green lands. Touched by the fire god and all his incarnations. The metaphor at the origins of life burn wildly there. And as the sun sets, we shall have lived. Together

 With a rudimentary grasp of Art one can inspire so much.......style

A thing can be both pointless and good. Swim the infinite sense perceiving. I am not here to give you an easy ride.....i'm here to inspire you. Instead of talking about original sin, shouldnt we be talking about original metaphor? If you are looking for truth you will not find it here...

: The Measure of a Metaphor: The Return of The Boo. Pencil on Card

: The Measure of a Metaphor: #2. Pencil on Card

Maybe this is exactly what its meant to be like.....