littletissue of lies
I am Paul Healy... At this moment in time I write, make short films and produce music. I am gripped in a madness to compulsively create. III I am interested in attempting to communicate with other worlds, to lead the viewer to a point where a thought may rise and burst into their consciousness, I see my work as abstract expressionism using a camera words and sound. Never underestimate the ignorance
of an artist.
When someone steps out of the shadows
they never think
that the shadows
I am a feather
Caught in a spiders web
I can feel the hairy eight eyed monster
in the key of C
climbing the staves of her latticed world
"You're just a bowl of cherries," she hums.
A solemn sunrise peers gently through the mist
damp cobbles gently sweat.
finest Peruvian honey
storm approaching from the west.
Lost in a landscape of mirrors
GPeering through a veil of ignorance.
Fine red dust is everywhere,you become the landscape, the pain of slavery is everywhere.
Hillsides of coffee or fields of sugarcane drive the nails of pain deep.
eeeeeverything fades except pain.
tTouring cyclists take shelter from the baking sun
to enjoy a beer in front of a display of the local cheese.
Today I saw the strangest thing.
A huge fish with four legs
ran across the road.
a tangle of trees.
Trio Aguas Belas.
vamos nos encontrar
no meio da rua
sem ninguem nos
soundsculptor © 2012