Paul Healy Soundsculptor


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intro     statement     poem     video     music   contact

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

will ever











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

 cold excitement

 prickly wit.

"You're just a bowl of cherries," she hums.

A solemn sunrise peers gently through the mist

 damp cobbles gently sweat.









finest Peruvian honey



New friends

storm approaching from the west.


Lost in a landscape of mirrors

Brazilian journey.


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.    

 Today I saw the strangest thing.

A huge fish with four legs

ran across the road.


a tangle of trees.




San Roque




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soundsculptor@btinternet.comPaul Healy






soundsculptor 2012