Yes the man can. The man can more than swim the man can dive. Or wait a second would he get another man to dive for him. Mmm probably but I would in his shoes. So can the man dive. Yes he can because he took my thoughts to great depths. Took them under stones and rock and I was strong enough to lift them. Found little beauties, gems in some cases, vipers, beasts with wings, bears with harpoons. Gold silver and crystals sharpened by the fire of life oozing an aura that lifted me into another realm. That realm I have missed. My pituitary gland creeking with the lack of oil suddenly started to move again, the watery liquid started to seep into my bones the union of water life & visual explosion brought me back to where I needed to be. I am back in the room swimming freely.
I received this packing up after 24 hours of fueled integrity from the man himself. Made me all warm and safe like my thinking had been good my response even better. It felt like the ether had grabbed me a moment of opportunity to say thankyou of which I have done many times on my little trip to Venice to see his work. Just a little nudge of gratitude feels good. It does something else too it says the ether is alive and kicking and you gotta be careful of what you think because if you think to good a thoughts amazing unbelievable things might happen. Like a union of minds that could purge a weighted soul into lightness of being. Now that is to much to ask .. or is it.. every where you look now you see fabulous now and next quotes that keep affirming you are what you think so I am going to … hold onto this thought. Venice…Damien… I fell in love. There we are I said it 😊.
Treasures from the Wreck of the Unbelievable
Pinto Della Dogana
I didn’t even have an inch of the sensation I would feel walking into Hirsts world of ‘unbelievable treasures under the sea’. He knows no bounds and has evolved a situation that is hard to escape. I arrived with Jason Descaires Taylor lodged in the front lobe of my brain wanting to slate Hirst for pinching his cosmic elevation from every day art to something with intense coral integrity but Hirst has taken this to another level. His open cheque book very evident his army of labour firmly beside him the ship the divers, it all doesn’t matter as he has managed to hijack all our symbolic subconscious and anchored them in bronze fibre glass silver gold marble crystals in androgynous beauty. The power is everywhere. Orozco said ‘you must leave a gallery with a different view of the world’ . If you dont walk out of this with one there is something wrong. There is no doubt that the watery location is intentional but so pert. The watery truth of the lie just engulfs you and you are transported to a magical place that Venice initiates. It wouldn’t be the same without the water and the beauty. The ugliness of some of the sculptures animated the beauty of Venetian eye.
Unbelievable Hirst. You rock mate I wish I was your wife.
Until I arrived in Venice I didn’t realise by how much. Living on 31% substantially the brain fails with out water. It turns out the drowning is on land in muddied ponds. Drowning with the dense entrenchment that mud brings. Venice with its never ending movement and undulating waters like a dam breaking drove water into every corner of my veins. Even a glass of prosseco worked. But it’s the people the understanding of water the daily business all on water that stimulates my pituitary gland. It speaks resonates that those the understand water understand life. If the shaman is right that ‘you need to let go of the sides of the river’ then you gotta know how to swim. In the UK no one swims they love ok but don’t go near it don’t even try don’t even get it understand it. Drowning in the dryness. Here they not only know how to swim but undulate with the waves tide and moon. I am about to go into the Hirst exhibition. Let’s see if he can swim.