What Would You Do?

 

Storey Art.

8/3/22

What Would You Do?

What Would You Do?

Just cause the hurt doesn't show. What would you do? My will to survive… We had this world of make believe. Hold a rose. Define the curtains. Follow the light and shine and glide, and glistine the portrait. Living thy illusion. Blood and tears, all the pain I feel.

I want the whole world, the whole world to burn. I want the whole world, the whole world to burn. Snap. Print. I wish you would’ve listened.

Press my hands and dress my wounds. Ideas cycling on the state. Birling in motion. Caring thoughts in the garden. Have you heard the news?

I used my Canon to photograph this, perched by my window. At night time, I tried to control the light in the portrait. By shining them above me which enlightens the destruction of figure. I'm holding a rose to signify a meaning like pedalling. And it would be me that would tell you. What to do? This destruction would resemble a torture. As we follow. We find the destruction and construction. Forming bleeds into the dark of night. Opaque decays forming veins, forming formulas.

The ghost of you talks. “If you hate the taste of wine” Poems we craft and wonder. Do I fear? Trust the wine. Light sparkling the scent. Queens we craft. Dooming. Night calling… It’s hard to explain, Dresses blowing. They're against me. Creating dreams lets make these wishes upon these stones. Your dreams in a shop front window.

Something from Home basics. This was my home. Notice how the room changes. No bunch of roses. Reading a book. It’s like typing. Howl our tones. “We wouldn’t even care about the blood.” Drip drip. I heard two quotes from locals that day. “A heist.” “He stabbed somebody by the pool.”

What would you do? What would you do? What would you do?

All my wishes would come true by midnight? Lets try the hairdresser? Wednesday 9th of March. Well smoke it quick, where of out again. What would you do? “Participate” I can help you to bed. The sofa and a bottle of Irn Bru, gunpowder on the weekend. Here in my room. My god I don't need you. I wanna feel you. I'll close your eyes. Rainbows in the driving seat, could this be your sun? Faster faster everyday. You call my name, we find our form in another capture which is construction that is blossoming and defining our beauty. This is the pharmacy. Hoping to make it for the end of the month.

Leave it on a question set the world on fire? Or calling your name? Calling your name? Calling your name?

What would you do? What would you do? What would you do?

By Arran Storey.

Dimensions

8 x 6 Frame.

6 x 4 Digital Photograph.

Prints For Sale. 

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