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Description
"They say a man is the word made flesh. So you'd think he'd at least have some say in it, wouldn't you? Take the dog boy. He says he's just a grinder -- not fast, merely steady, and we believe him. But if he's just a grinder, what on earth is he grinding? An axe, perhaps? They also say revenge is a dish best served cold, but I think a little foie gras and truffles would do quite nicely, thank you. Speaking of comestibles, maybe he's just grinding his teeth. Nah, that's more akin to gnashing. Comes with lots of weeping. Perhaps his nose then? Nope, he'd need a grinder to do that. Aha! To the dog boy, a grinder may simply be one who puts his nose to the grindstone and keeps it there. Still, I think of it literally as a kind of millstone. Which, as we all know, must bear the weight of a heavy burden, much like the proverbial albatross worn round the neck. Life can be a grind, a slow, unrelenting slog that wears us down daily, but only if we let it. Time to lose the necktie, dog boy." -- Don Juan Alphonso Louis Lagarto
Original mixed media on hardwood box with found objects and narrative, total image area: 24" by 48" copyright 2008 Patrick Pierson
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