stricly between ourselves

2016 (Artists Collection)

14”w x 6”d x 9”h

Compression foam, model figurines, mixed media

The stars are Hubble telescope photos.

The text on front is from James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake and copied below for readability. Perhaps best not to ask, but please do if you wish and can abide strange and winding explanations.

No, so holp me Petault, it is not a miseffectual whycinthinous riot of blots and blurs and bars and balls and hoops and wriggles and juxtaposed jottings linked by spurts of speed: it only looks as like it as damn it; and, sure, we ought really to rest thankful that at this deleteful hour of dungflies dawning we have even a written on with dried ink scrap of paper at all to show for ourselves, tare it or leaf it, (and we are lufted to ourselves as the soulfisher when he led the cat out of the bout) after all that we lost and plundered of it even to the hidmost coignings of the earth and all it has gone through and by all means, after a good ground kiss to Terracussa and for wars luck our lefftoff's flung over our home homoplate, cling to it as with drowning hands, hoping against hope all the while that, by the light of philophosy, (and may she never folsage us!) things will begin to clear up a bit one way or another within the next quarrel of an hour and be hanged to them as ten to one they will too, please the pigs, as they ought to categorically, as, stricly between ourselves,there is a limit to all things so this will never do. - James Joyce