elmavrid45@outlook.es

elmavrid45@outlook.es
despair is the only way in which one can expose one´s inner self with honesty.M. Rothko + art is either plagiarism or revolution P. Gauguin + 'You have to work in an area where there are no possible pronouns or solutions, or reactions, or standpoints - that's what makes it so diabolically difficult.S. Beckett + Et j ´oppose á l´amour des images toutes faites au lieu d´images á faire.P. Eluard(comme 2 goutes d´eau) + Great art is the outward expression of an inner life of the artist, and this innerlife will result in his personal vision of the world.” - Edward Hopper + Identity and legacy ,G Mavridis.

Aesop's Brexit III

play time in OU-topia..
it is the empty space bordering and framing representation
Louis Marin 1982


why you walk into my garden?
said the spider to the fly..

Aesop's Brexit II

At the Lock's Rape Tavern, a wig wear makelare was expressing The feeling being comfortable in Englishness in front of a Gainsborough landscape
But Aesop's oxen are long gone, eaten
l'echange est échangé..
" Simulacra !! " shouted the other place
Aubains, no mirrors for you was the answer !!
inside Rhyparographos's obsonia picture, absinthe Doris in her usual lethargic blank look, opens her smelly french fries mouth and whispers : Simulacra in Englishness !!

Aesop's Brexit I, study for Aesop's head, oil on linen, 48 x 60 cm


ausgespielt../elmavridgoes2london




i am not your friend to love you when you like , i am the other , 
the other , 
like you ,
as you are too, the other..
you prefer to keep on fantasise on loving different people at the same time with me . 
Am i your key hole fantasy?
..action takes place and i am inside you with all these beautiful creatures you carry within and so generously you deliver them to me
Are you another Alice through the looking glass? Are you Alive through the looking glass?
..the annoyance feeling when they asked me who am i , what is my name, where do i come from..at the end , truth always brights in your bedside besides your painful process, reminds me a strange sunlit in a rush hour..
a powdered gold God whisper : liberate the elephant!!
I wonder where the cage go? I wonder why you keep thinking of those wonderful people out there in the dark ? Giving presents for a better clean consciousness! 
an endeavour of an intense scrutiny ..
farewell to the blue cow-frogg eyes 
i gave him 2 more headache pills, looks better now, totally stoned, a compulsive giver..
now he talks
extremely fond of the idea of a family..ja ja , sailing against the tide
borrow an idea of a future from your local bank.. ja ja sailing against the tide
borrow a sweet poison of a false way of life
the aurora sound of the pipeline
you do come first.. sometimes easily..
afraid of rejection
i am afraid too
everybody  does
how odd can be when everybody is afraid of the same thing
a feeling of a mainstream fear
ausgespielt
..




the tigers of wrath are wiser than the horses of instuction..William Blake

 

Rapture (south folk stories), 130 x 180 cm , oil on canvas , 2017


Breath again../elmavridgoes2London

We shall breath again 
in every morning's light 
The fog is  not coming for breakfast 
We ride smoothly  like the gas smell 
Settle back and enjoy your ride !
Man alive!  there are  Colgate smiles everywhere
Did you see that woman?
Her Colgate  smile picture is fading into a transparent yellow layer 
I can kick myself out, thanks
Assiduous landscape at the immigrant flow
Simulacra lavender , the new perfume for clean white sheets  
Goya's Disparates printed on pink tiles decorate the corrupt political parties 
I ate cod yesterday , tomorrow I will look for the chips
Beware of The very well endowed calf
Time will tell
Santa Lucia's eyes ,Santa Lucia's sight 
Zeitgeist crusades
 Bacchanalia land
Truth's green colour   
time mind, time spirit 
What is happening in the undying  sorrow  loveliness ?

Body odour rancid sweat ../elmavridgoes2london

Body odour rancid sweat

I have seen him take the pennies from the dead man's eyes
The fat man is typing harder
Good evening he answers
His sweat is more rancid
His odour perfuming the library space
His aura switches off the lights
My secret life blossoms through your nostrils.. he smiles
Atrocity came along ,
I am alive and you are dead , dick!
Following the tracer road
Now it's the time for the dogs
They only kill their masters