Thursday, 23 January 2014

Dinosauria, We

The below piece is based on the Charles Bukowski 1993 poem Dinosauria, We. A dystopian vision of the future of humanity, all the more relevant today.





















Born like this 
Into this 
As the chalk faces smile 
As Mrs. Death laughs 
As the elevators break 
As political landscapes dissolve 
As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree 
As the oily fish spit out their oily prey 
As the sun is masked 
We are 
Born like this 
Into this 
Into these carefully mad wars 
Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness 
Into bars where people no longer speak to each other 
Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings 
Born into this 
Into hospitals which are so expensive that it’s cheaper to die 
Into lawyers who charge so much it’s cheaper to plead guilty 
Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed 
Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes 
Born into this 
Walking and living through this 
Dying because of this 
Muted because of this 
Castrated 
Debauched 
Disinherited 
Because of this 
Fooled by this 
Used by this 
Pissed on by this 
Made crazy and sick by this 
Made violent 
Made inhuman 
By this 
The heart is blackened 
The fingers reach for the throat 
The gun 
The knife 
The bomb 
The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god 
The fingers reach for the bottle 
The pill 
The powder 
We are born into this sorrowful deadliness 
We are born into a government 60 years in debt 
That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt 
And the banks will burn 
Money will be useless 
There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets 
It will be guns and roving mobs 
Land will be useless 
Food will become a diminishing return 
Nuclear power will be taken over by the many 
Explosions will continually shake the earth 
Radiated robot men will stalk each other 
The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms 
Dante’s Inferno will be made to look like a children’s playground 
The sun will not be seen and it will always be night 
Trees will die 
All vegetation will die 
Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men 
The sea will be poisoned 
The lakes and rivers will vanish 
Rain will be the new gold 
The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind 
The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases 
And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition 
The petering out of supplies 
The natural effect of general decay 
And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard 
Born out of that. 
The sun still hidden there 
Awaiting the next chapter.

Sunday, 19 January 2014

yes. can. do

This piece tells the touching story of Mike's loving tribute to his dear younger brother Tom.... better known as Stashwell - Bristol legend, all-round life and soul of the party and the musical force behind the brilliant Dance-Off. Those fortunate enough to encounter these guys at UK festivals will be acquainted with the big laughs and big tunes they bring by the bucketload.

Mike wanted us to capture the life and spirit of Tom, who tragically passed away in 2011, vowing to embrace his positivity, energy, laughter, warmth and lust for life.

Inspired by the immutable truth of the universe that energy never ceases to exist, combined with Mike's love of astronomy, geometry and the deep passion for music the brother's shared, we depicted Tom's favourite catchphrase 'yes, can do'....turning Mike's shoulders into a cosmic vinyl made from Tom's celestial energy as the motivational driving force for him to embrace his brother's positivity and not settle for anything less than absolute happiness.

It was an honour to create something so intimately personal and meaningful and send much love to the many lives that Tom touched.










Mike's pre-existing 'Stashwell' tattoo now incorporated as part of the piece

Saturday, 18 January 2014

Milano Convention

We are now taking appointments for the Milano Convention next month (7-8-9 Febbraio) send your concepts/stories to info@expandedeye.co.uk. Grazie



Friday, 10 January 2014

View From Above

This piece illustrates the cyclical pain and exploding tension which Paul unfortunately endures physically each day. We depicted the body separating before realigning, like two magnets with repelling forces, as he explained - like a jigsaw where the pieces don't quite fit. Astral projection also plays a big part in the story with Paul sometimes feeling as though he is looking down at himself through a window, watching to see how things transpire...




Wednesday, 8 January 2014

happy new year

We've just returned from some spectacularly awe-inspiring Icelandic adventures and would like to wish you lovely lot a belated happy new year...colossal thanks for your continued love and loveliness.