Anselmus

Bobbing up and down on their parent's back, wide eyed- what holds their attention grows inside them, such has the scale of the thing grown behind the eyes, that only their parent's journey, along with strangers heads and passing traffic disrupts the child's wonderment. The parent, if they were to stop and look at what was so intriguing to child, the object would shrink before the parent's supposed knowledge of the particular object's- receiving the child's adoration- name. The monolithic parent might even go so far to pronounce the name of this object carefully, syllable by syllable, in hope of aiding the development of the child's speech. Still wide eyed, and furthermore bored by their parent's condescending and repeating tone, the child changes the name to suit their fancy, something that might do justice to the wondrous thing! Whilst, also exacerbating the parent-still repeating symbol by symbol- the name of the thing. Until-pulled apart, they both continue down the road, new and wondrous things will still turn the undeterred child's head, bobbing up and down- disappearing down the street. 'The human face is an empty power, a field of death ... ... after countless thousands of years that the human face has spoken and breathed one still has the impression that it hasn't even begun to say what it is and what it knows.'Antonin Artaud, from a text to introduce an exhibition of his portraits and drawings, Galerie Pierre, July 1947. Infants in push chairs- turn their heads with profoundly seriously eyes watching me draw as their mothers wheel them past. Almost as if what i do, they understand is very serious and not something to be sniffed at..... Born with substantial clumps of ear wax- Anselmus with his muffled hearing spoke his own language longer than most infants. After the doctors intervened he was already too far behind the other kids, and thus was ushered into 'special' school. While there- he wrote predominantly stories and drew pictures- mostly untaxed until the age of 16. Shortly before his teens a big red bike entered-while ______ vanished from-his life. Because he drew quite alot, he found himself subsequently sitting in art collage and then later, sitting in university where he found himself studying illustration and excitedly discovering print-making.Upon leaving university, he decovered drawing felt no-longer the same. He channelled what creative energies he had left into the letters of a long distance relationship. Distance proved insurmountable despite the imagination of the two involved and the relationship mutually became a friendship. The days/months proceeding were devoid of any kind of meaning. he started frequenting coffee houses, re-teaching himself to draw. Due to his frail sphere of preoccupation, he was left alone to pursue and lasso his wayward drawing hand and furthermore sit and drink coffee alot..I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4 More of my work can be seen in somekind of order here- http://www.okya.co.uk/trevor_simmons