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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