He spread eagles his fine finger-trail and says everything: quite possibly humane and, then… “he will start to fasten each of his every next murmuring heartstring to this THING which SEEMS to w-i-s-h itself to (SOON!) sing” – from boisterously-both-ghastly with-in. He’s been a-c-t-i-n-g, actually(!), all sorts of advantageoUS and QuickThinking and roundabout-Resilient-AND-BRILLiant in his Own MOST(!) ‘Spiritual’ AND purPOSEfully Secretive Way… …
This WAS(!) Giacometti and it has always felt/FEELS! rhapsodic and real and rather, shall we say… … “momentarily rIoToUs for its whole snide-eyed WoRth.”
When mesmeric and Multiplied: plies its very own(!) constant characteristic of cReAtiVe tRaiT and at a t-h-o-u-s-a-n-d uninterrUPtible miles per… minute, actually.
“We’ve been matterofFACT(!!) wideWake watching him and it DOES seem to appEAR(.) a most righteoUS and UTTERLY individual(dualistic.) ENDeavour that has NO real ending… ACTually. Never did and NEVER WILL..
A self-prepared, (happily) sacrificial act of artistic allegiance: readily FABricated from fiction and turned suitably toward —
This Factual AND hApHaZaRD(!!) sEnSe(!) of e-v-e-r-l-o-n-g and -LASTING underSTANDING(!)
