George and Gilbert

I’ve recently read this little piece of text written by Gilbert and George and fallen in love with it a little, so i suppose that would make it the sort of thing to put in a blog….

Being living sculptures is our life blood, our destiny, our romance, our disaster, our light and life. As day breaks over us, we rise into our vacuum and the cold morning light filters dustily through the window. We step into the responsibility-suits of our art. We put on our shoes for the coming walk. Our limbs begin to stir and form actions of looseness, as though without gravity they bounce about for the new day. The head afloat on top levels on the horizon of our thought. Our hearts pound with fresh blood and emotion and again we find ourselves standing there all nerved up in body and mind. Often we will glide across the room, drawn by the windows void. Our eyes are glued to this frame of light. Our mind points ever to our decay. The big happening outside the window floods our vision like a passing film. It leaves us without impressions, giving up only silence and repetitive relaxation. Nothing can touch us or take us out of ourselves. It is continuous sculpture. Our minds float off into time, visiting fragments of words heard, faces seen, feelings felt, faces loved.

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My first blog

Hello, this is my first blog and as of yet i have no idea what to blog about to be totally honest, i was thinking of showing my work here, but i have a website that does that so i think id just be wasting my time, to see that go to, now to think about blog roll…..

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Hello world!

Welcome to This is your first post. Edit or delete it and start blogging!

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