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About Michael St.Mark

Conceptual / experimental multi-discipline artist, writer and photographer. Art influencer and founder of London Dada, recalling Dada's original aims and principles as envisaged by it's founder Hugo Ball. Eschews the often politically-motivated taboo on expressions of critical thought within art. Admiring Duchamp in going beyond the seemingly endless infatuation with the ' pretty picture' retinal and instead refusing to accept the standards and practices of an established corrupt art world and creatively stifling conventions that are still considered essential to attain fame and financial success: refusing to repeat himself or to develop one recognizable style to placate the commercial needs of the market.

Work No. 390: Craftsmen of World Renown


Craftsmen of World Renown
( ” they were real men in those days” )
c. 2010 Michael St.Mark

 

Dalton Road, Barrow in Furness ( shipbuilding town )
Pedestrian precinct beautification works

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Work 389; When All the Affairs are Done

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When all the Affairs are Done  (an archetype)
© 2010 Michael St. Mark

Elderly but smart French tourist
Beer garden, Rye.

For lost loves – who couldn’t have cared less about love

Oh yes she’s used up her average  female quota of ” 35 miles of man thrusts” ( citation required ) –  and more, much more.

Ahhh, those “sexciting” seemingly endless disco-swinging 1960s, 70s, 80s, even 90s I may recall..

alas nowadays, she daily notes, are reduced to
luscious toyboys  – even a choosy gigolo,
glancing

just the once.

This then, the inevitable residual end-stage psychological stasis, an engorged and highly voluminous
tangled memory prison 
of interminable sexual / emotional past “romances ” with the obligatory accompanying infidelities  – each boyfriend, naturally though, “the special one”;
binding her mind as if with
English pub patio chair cast iron strength.

A suffocating sense of emptiness and past void- that seemingly interminably long and, in social reality, lonesome end..

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Links thematically to Work 719 from 2014 ” The Shutters of Love