KING Now, Hamlet, where’s Polonius?
HAMLET At supper.
KING At supper? Where?
HAMLET Not where he eats, but where ‘a is eaten, A certain convocation of politic worms are e’en at him. Your worm is your only emperor for diet. We fat all creatures else to fat us, and we fat ourselves for maggots. Your fat king and your lean beggar is but variable service – two dishes, but to one table. That’s the end.”
From Hamlet, by William Shakespeare.
i mentioned before that a large part of my practice is stripping everything back. and that i occasionally arrive at nothing.
or perhaps more frequently than occasional.
i am quite tempted to call them ‘three tape worms’ or ‘the three tape worms’. that ‘the’ gives it an almost sacred sense.
naturally they are done from imagination, though i am not sure where that leaves me as a figurative artist…
maybe this is not a piece of art.