Vincent du Feu

煚, 文生

我是艺术家。我想要了解文化。我想要了解生与死。我想要创造和毁坏。我想要使人认为。我想要使人感觉。


In the artist of all kinds I think one can detect an inherent dilemma, which belongs to the co-existence of two trends, the urgent need to communicate and the still more urgent need not to be found…

 

What more fruitful way to redressing the balance than by portraying one’s inner world in a work of art and then persuading other people to accept it, if not as real, at least as highly significant? Part of the satisfaction which a creative person obtains from his achievement may be the feelings that, at last, some part of his inner life is being accepted which has never been accorded recognition before. Moreoever, since art became an individual matter rather than a task for anonymous craftsmen, creative work is generally recognized as being especially apt for expressing the personal style of an individual (which is course closely related to his inner world). The value we place upon authenticity is often exaggerated, yet there is a sense in which it is justified. However good a painting or a piece of music may be, taken quite apart from its creator, the fact that it is or is not another expression of the personality of a particular artist is important. For it either is or is not an addition to our knowledge of the artist; a further revelation of that mysterious, indefinable and fascinating thing – his personality. (D. W. Winnicott, quoted in Anthony Storr, The Dynamics of Creation, 58.)

 

Artwork

Equanimity

Harley Quinn Series

[three out of four suits: Spades, Diamonds, Hearts]

Whir

S.A.D.

Earth Lyrical

The Eye of Horus

Photography

Poetry

Days of New

 
I am reborn under this guise

Tomorrow is today's demise

The scuffs in the dirt

I wear my hurt

With my freedom, I've not grown

The grass, fresh, moist, unknown

 We both trapped within season

Getting further from reason

Forfit choice, react

Same again, stack

Top card, another day

It's new, so they say


 

Today

 

Can't see for the pain

Empty of all

Filled with awakenings

These times are joined

Its a road I'll never leave

Rucksack slung low

Breathe through the pain

Curtains drift in my torment

Barriers

Without control, I disconnect

Chemical reckoning

Slowing turning motioning

Back to this

 

U-Turn

 

Curtain of eyes

Love quickens the sickness

Clockwork clown

Residing in a world of believe made

Believe to be real

Contortions, flesh, bring everything nearer

Answers to what?

A path of self discovery and discovery of self

We are mere vessels of projection

 

Sam

 

I am an extention of your manipulation

A vehicle forward, reverse

Your forwards my reverses

Lately, reverse to both

I am a stranger with you

Know your pain? I can only guess

The clock turns, but you?

Yo bitch, get out the way!

I am your way, friend

Your clothes hanger, your fall guy

Dead reckoning

Your dead eyes spread me apart

I can't feel anything in their grasp

Anything from you, only shuffled memories

You keep yourself in, and me out

I will fuck you over, because that's all you know

The Rob I see outside is not mine

Your project has grown in ways you don't posess

Bitterness comes through it all

 

 

The Breeder's Itch

 

He ejected from me

Before this, I crushed my burden against her

The concept so less real

A beakon of that night

The highlight, or rather, lowlight

Time to fathom expectations now

Expect sex, the anger of denial

Harness the differences, focus on his fat

It's a great scapegoat

I love to turn the whip from myself

I bite down on the tether

Another successful friend of a friend

Count the times and duplicate the "highlights"

I gave him unfetted warmth

 

Gains

 

The air; jagged holes in my exodus

Your smiles lie beneath the clutter

Hooks pull my mind all directions

The vacuum left behind movement

To and fro, a rocking chair of despair

Attached emotion: the concrete

Another nest.

New eyes each time or

Old eyes with new cries?

Out them behind you, those not under your assention

The sensitive must carry their cross

Self hate follows the self

Hate gravitates to the fragile soul

Beneath the layers of self

The nub of it all

 

Broken Dream

 

The one where choice is free

Where love is every destiny

 

The shallow pebbles resound

Toiling against the tides hound

We too grind and grate

Leeching against a contrived fate

 

High overhead, a falcon soars

Subject to just one law.

Inside an eye, a striped haze

Reminds me of better days

 

Gravity

 

Pulling me through the flesh and bone

Sunk time, footprints everywhere

Giving up on it all

Want to let go, not knowing else

 

Measure the moments within moments

 

The Haunting

 

Everything is soft, my wet eyes

Destiny's scoff, defining lies

Grace, heaven's tender loose

Embrace, I need this fear to reduce

My reservations you know

Less stable I grow

Take away my evil, what is left?

A shell in need of filling, which is best?