PATIENT GHOSTS

A skeletal cactus desiccated in front of a spring time life window, turn 'green' with envy, now, made it 'visible', come ghosts...;

To make matters turn to the best or worst (depends on one's own view point) there, on the other 'side' of this poster, stands one of my 'plants', now using the pretext of fall to turn itself into a kaleidoscope of rueful colours, the fireworks from one's own self dessication;

It is not death or suicide, both sides of this thin contraption are merely recording of two different holiday trips; one induced by me, as a kind of 'do it for me' request, while, into the one lies the most fateful wish of all, having a final holiday trip, the best or worst one, always subject to one's own life's workings;

The more one really knows the more delightful the sliding into death, whilst the more ignorance one has kept within his life's ship, the more brutal the sinking, all of these afore mentioned processes being imaginary, off the 'real' course...of course .