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EMBARK

god bless the eyes that see souls through me, misanthropic and lucid, dreaming a persona real and unreal. i am your daddy, birthday and lunch, a face, a side, a window, i fly. i am not here, you are here, you are standing in for my reality, i cannot be there every time. drive me home, celebrate a return, deep breathing, techniques like wood, like glass, sharp, splinter, soft, inner folds, temperature rises, temperature falls. can you imagine me yesterday? the way that i see you tomorrow? i don't answer questions, you don't ask them. reciprocal. viral. cover. clean. rotted. dreams bleed into reality, my flesh is your flesh, but my teeth are mine. i passed. i fooled you. i get to try again. you have to wait. losers wait.

EMBARK SPIRITUAL WEST

speaking in unison, unicorns, and unions, unlike our brothers, we are alcoholic bedroom scenes and partially painted walls. the dust creeps symbolic patterns while i sleep, i hear the colours pink and blue. shouting. knives, sharp points, dreams of the edge. into from where else flight affords, download, scan, depth of charitable portions, things are looking a little less bleak.

(DOCUMENTATION #3, SINGLE DAY INSTALLATION)

EMBARK SPIRITUAL WEST

sample patience for drowning double vision, the mercurial movement, mostly mediated, a cumulous expression, my face hands spine pelvis, importantly impotent, false, flaccid, transformed.

(DOCUMENTATION #2, SINGLE DAY INSTALLATION)

EMBARK SPIRITUAL WEST

the journey has begun.

(DOCUMENTATION #1, SINGLE DAY INSTALLATION)

now he's my very own girlfriend.

memorize this shit and save me.

needy by nature, poser. just change your name to progressive.

shut up shut up this doesn't change anything.

this is my second surprise, only two more maybe.

hey girl hey.

go like him / go like they (we)

shoulda done it before when it was still considered suicide.

letter in a bottle raised hand in finger quotes

delineated more special and non-linear than they really are

le sel de dieu

le sel de dieu pour les gens de dieu.

{ Y E S } - |[{ ALL OF ME }]| PART 4 // ARTIST STATEMENT

{ Y E S }

Golden memories of God Bless America and sunsets in mud, rainbow dope bud, we ask ourself, post-operative mac-daddy st. holy, how do we lead our lives?

These articles number many; a few melancholy, misanthropic ideas, magnified. In the myopic universe, we cannot commit to unity – not one, but many. Temperate once, now a yellowish shade of alcoholic patriotism, fade in, fade out, reality wanes, tête à tête, we are made.

Nothing out of the ordinary here. These are the collective memories, mementos and emotions that make up our history and ourself, prize fighter 10 pounds lighter, in and out, we couldn’t get any higher.

And then, a transformation occurs. Proof, that two bodies, total opposites, can become one - if we truly will it to be so. The paragon of potential. Everything is possible.

This is where we came from. This is where we are going.

Say yes.

{ Y E S } - |[{ ALL OF ME }]| PART 3

{ Y E S } - |[{ ALL OF ME }]| PART 2

{ Y E S } - |[{ ALL OF ME }]| PART 1

don de dieu

a chance to be whole:

don de dieu.

{ Y E S }

SNEAK PREVIEW

{ Y E S } by Johnston Newfield

On Display @ The VAV Gallery

August 23rd - September 4th 2010

VERNISSAGE AUGUST 24th @ 18h00

1395 RENÉ LEVESQUE W.

MONTRÉAL, QC

PARADISO

salutations and greetings a meek sleeting owned by police mac-daddy st. holy perilous [genesis 2:3] almanac deLorean sister, post-operative, filipino wrestling gold medal, you can't make me love you. but you can hold my hand and say nice things and leave gracefully when i say go.

pull, press, release.

i kissed your eyes until they bled

teal tears and lack of courage, reflected

while you make sure my head is on -

but then there were only teeth

and your mouth to put them in

but i couldn't see

and i couldn't hear

and i couldn't feel

so, i'll check your pulse now;

pull, press, release.

we're through.

a wide berth.

death comes swiftly on graceful wings when words not spoken engulf and enrage; archangels and saints, temples and turf, we must allow ourselves a wide berth. ask not what it can do for you, but why you cannot do it yourself, man.