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PATRICK HALL | Mad As Hell

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spirit bottle, LED lighting, electrical cable, glass, plywood | 1200 h x 600 w x 110 d mm framed 

FIERCE ANGELS, LIKE CAIN AND ABEL FIGHT FOR SCRAPS.  IN SPITE AND PASSION, WITH TOOTH AND NAIL, THEY SPIT AND SCRATCH AND BITE - ALL BARED WIRES AND STRIPPED CABLE.  THEY WANT YOU TO JOIN THE FRAY WITH SUSPICIOUS LOOKS AND TRUMPETED CALLS, THEY WANT YOU TO BE WITH THEM, THEY WANT YOU TO CHOOSE A SIDE. DON’T BELIEVE THE FALSE PROPHETS OF LOSS AND THEIR COOKED BOOKS, ALL THEIR SEDUCTIVE FIGURES AND LIES.  THE IDOLS WILL TOPPLE, THE WALLS WILL COME DOWN AND THE TOWERS WILL FALL. THE EMOTIONS ARE RAW AND THE SKIN IS FLAYED, YOUR CLOAK OF DOWN HAS BEEN PLUCKED, HAS SLIPPED AND SLUNK AWAY.  AS MAD AS HELL WITH NOTHING ELSE TO TAKE ANYMORE AND ALL THAT WAS LEFT TO SELL WAS SOLD.  A CRIPPLE IN DEBT, CRADLING A MURDERED DOVE, ALL ALONE IN THE COLD.  THE ONLY PROOF OF THE BATTLE A FEW FEATHERS IN THE MUD AND A SAD AND ANGRY LOVE.

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PATRICK HALL | Little Hammers 

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spirit bottle, recycled guitar strings, piano keys, LED lighting, glass, plywood | 1200 h x 600 w x 120 d mm framed 

VAPOURS OF LOST SPIRITS AND A CURL OF SMOKE FROM THE ASHTRAY NOOSED HIS EYES, SQUEEZING THEM TIGHT. LOOSE ENDS AND FALSE BEGINNINGS ALL PULLED TAUT. THE LESSONS OF TEACHERS AND THE HYMNS OF PREACHERS ALL FORGOT. THE WORDS RAN AWAY FROM THAT SAD SONG. BUT THE TUNE WENT ON AND ON, BREAKING AND ENTERING WITH ITS CHIPPED NAILS ON KEYS WITHOUT LOCKS. ON AND ON WITH THE BALL PAIN HEARTACHE STRIKE OF PERSISTENT LITTLE HAMMERS - THE RHYTHMIC BEAT ON RUSTING ARMOUR SLOWLY TURNING IT TO LACE. THEN ALL WAS SILENT IN THE ECHO OF WHAT WAS ONCE KNEW, THE OLD REGRET HOLDING HANDS WITH THE FLEETING GRACE.

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PATRICK HALL | The Torch Song  

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spirit bottle, collected feathers, LED lighting, glass, plywood | 1200 h x 600 w x 110 d mm framed 

AT THE END OF THE DAY, WHEN THAT AGEING SUN SLIPS AWAY TO DO ITS FACE, THE DARK IS LIT BY THE TORCH SONGS - THOSE WORDS WRITTEN IN THE MIDNIGHT BLUE OF KICKED OVER BOTTLES OF SPILT INK. THE LONG BLACK ROAD HAS LEFT DUST ON THE WIND AND IN THE AIR A STINK OF TAR, BUT STILL THEY COME TO WATCH AND DRINK AND GATHER AROUND THE LOWERED BAR. THEIR FEATHERS ARE RUFFLED AND SINGED AND THE OLD FLAMES HAVE MELTED THE WAX SOME, BUT STILL THEY COME TO LISTEN TO THAT SAD BIRD SONG IN A CAGE. IN THE DIMMING LIGHT AND FADING AMBITION, DRESSED IN A PLUMAGE THAT’S DULLED, THEY REMEMBER THOSE TIMES WHEN THEY WERE YOUNG AND BRAVE, FILLED WITH PASSION AND RAGE AND THEY RELIVE THE DARING OF THE FLIGHT.

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PATRICK HALL | A Gut Full Of Longing  

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spirit bottle, LED lighting, electrical cable, glass, plywood | 1200 h x 600 w x 110 d mm framed 

ONCE UPON A TIME WASHED UP IN A LAND FULL OF STONES, A THIN MAN WALKED ALONE.  HE KICKED AT THE RUBBLE, AT BITS OF SHELL, AT BROKEN BOTTLES, AT PIECES OF BONE.  HE WAS A HOLLOW VESSEL THAT LEAKED, A MAP OF TANGLED THREAD, HIS PLANS ALL LAID ON AND CRUMPLED LIKE AN UNMADE BED.  HE WAS A RATTLING COMPASS FULL OF NEEDLES, DIRECTIONS AND MESSAGES TATTOOED ON INVISIBLE SKIN - NOW ALL SHED AND BLOWN TO THE WIND.  SOME CAUGHT ON BARBS OF RUSTING WIRE, THEY FLAP IN SURRENDER, ALL TORN TO SHREDS.  THREAD BARE AMBITION WORN THIN, A GUT FULL OF LONGING, DREAMS MADE UP BY LIARS, THE THINGS ONCE DONE, THE THINGS ONCE HAD, ALL DRAGGED ALONG IN A ROTTING STRING BAG.  THE CONNECTIONS ARE FAULTY, THE ENDS ALL FRAYED, THE KNOTS UNTIED.  HE SPILT THOSE THINGS IN A LAND FULL OF STONES.  BUT STILL HE LOOKS FOR THAT WATCH WITH THE NUMBERS THAT SLIPPED AND A FACE FULL OF SCRATCHES AND HANDS TO TOUCH.  WHAT A TIME WE HAD.  I MISS YOU SO MUCH.

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PATRICK HALL | The Eye Of The Needle  

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spirit bottles, collected lace, LED lighting, glass, plywood | 1200 h x 600 w x 110 d mm framed 

WITH A GRAPPLING HOOK PAIN AND A RUSHING WAVE OF BROKEN WATER A GLISTENING LITTLE FISH, GASPING AT THE SOLID, IS LANDED.  ALL HISTORY WITH ITS MANY STRANDS IS THE NET THAT CAUGHT IT BUT YOU ARE THE HOLE IN SPACE IT SWAM THROUGH.  IT IS THE NEEDLE AND THE BARB THAT PULLS THAT BLOODIED SILKEN THREAD, THAT PULLS YOU BEYOND YOURSELF.  AND IN THAT BAITED BREATH THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE OPENS AND YOU FALL IN THE WELL.  YOU SEE THE FACES OF THOSE YOU HAVE LOVED AND THOSE YOU HAVE NEVER KNOWN SWIRL UP FROM THE DARK, COME UP FROM THE DEEP.

SUDDENLY YOU ARE FILLED WITH THE HOPE - THAT WHEN THE TIDE IS ON THE EBB, WHEN ALL YOUR MEMORIES HAVE SPUN FROM THE REAL AND ALL THAT YOU ARE IS CONSIGNED TO THE KINGDOM OF COBWEBS - THAT YOUR LAST THOUGHT WILL BE OF THAT EYE BLINKING AT THE LIGHT, AND THAT TIME WHEN YOU WERE FLOODED WITH A FIERCE LOVE THAT DEMANDED ITS TURN.

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PATRICK HALL | The Bare Witness  

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spirit bottles, LED lighting, glass, 16mm film, magnifying lenses, threaded rod and hardware, glass, plywood | 1200 h x 600 w x 110 d mm framed 

IN THE DARK A KNIFE SLICE OF LIGHT DISHES UP THE FLICKERING TICK OF EXPERIENCE. A TRANSPARENT SKIN PEELED AND STRIPPED FROM THE REEL IS NAILED TO THE CAVE WALL. HUDDLED IN YOUR HIDE YOU WATCH THE IMAGES DANCE ON THAT SMEARED FILM OF BLOOD AND FAT. YOU ALONE ARE A BARE WITNESS TO LIFE’S STUTTERING SENTENCES.  THROUGH THE BLURRED FOCUS OF TEARS, COME THE RUSHES OF BEAUTY AND HORROR, OF THE SHADOWS THAT WALK, OF THE DEAD THAT TALK AND THE SWEET DREAMS THAT SCREAM YOUR NAME.

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PATRICK HALL | The Right Of Arms 

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spirit bottle, LED lighting, mixed media, glass, plywood | 1200 h x 600 w x 110 d mm framed 

WE ARE THE FULL BARREL AND THE POINT OF THE GUN.
YOU ARE THE EMPTY, THE LOST, THE NONE.
WE ARE THE ARMOUR AND THE IRON WILL.
YOU ARE THE SOFT TISSUE AND BLOOD TO SPILL.
WE ARE THE LOUD HAILING BLITZKRIEG VOICE.
YOU ARE THE SILENT THAT HAVE NO CHOICE.
WE ARE THE JACK BOOT WITH HEEL AND NAIL.
YOU ARE WHAT STRUGGLES BENEATH AND FAILS.
WE ARE THE UNIFORM AND BIG STICK.
YOU ARE THE RAGGED IN DUST OF BROKEN BRICK.
WE ARE THE SPEARHEAD AND HARDENED SHAFT.
YOU ARE THE DEBRIS THAT CLINGS TO THE RAFT.
WE ARE THE EMPIRE’S ADVANCING NEW FRONT.
YOU ARE THE FALLEN THAT BEARS THE BRUNT.
WE ARE THE RIGHT OF ARMS AND THE DIVINE.
YOU ARE THE HEATHEN AND THE LEFT BEHIND.

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PATRICK HALL | The Ruler

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spirit bottle, LED lighting, collected measuring tools, glass, plywood | 1200 h x 600 w x 110 d mm framed 

THE END OF THE MEASURE AND THE END OF THE REIGN HAVE LEFT THE GROUND ALL MUDDY - BLURRING THE BOUNDARIES AND LOOSENING THAT STAKE OF CLAIM. WINDFALLS OF OVER-RIPE FRUIT HAVE BENT FROM THE PLUMB. BIT BY BIT, STEP BY STEP, THE LITTLE BY LITTLE, THE END OF THE LINE. ALL THE NUMBERS RUBBED OFF BY TIME’S ROUGH HAND. THE VARYING DEGREES OF PLOTTED COURSES SMUDGED BY A THOUGHTLESS RULE OF THUMB. THE FIGURES WON’T ADD, CALCULATIONS MADE DUMB. NO ANSWERS PROVIDED JUST A LINGERING JOY IN THE SUM.

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PATRICK HALL | Press Upon Me 

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35mm slide mounts, electric motors, LEDs, glass, plywood | 1400 h x 800 w x 130 d mm framed 

Press Upon Me is a kinetic artwork consisting of motorised elements which cast swirling shadows behind images of finger tips mounted within 35mm slide mounts.