stdClass Object ( [isad_extent_medium_field] => A picture and poetic polemic attacking authority structures - the associated images suggest this includes organised religion, the forces of the state, business and contemporary psychiatric treatment. The "brickmen" assault a number of faceless blue victims in different scenarios. A poem in the picture reads: The Dirge of the Brickmen This is the dirge of the brickmen, stiffmen; power-rule foolers, cooltide nailers, sickdream schemers, crap-pile fighters. Theirs is the earth, solid as matter, sacred as a piece of shit. The brickmen kill, but do not care, or do not know; puffing themselves up on words like civilisation, wanking on words like culture. The brickmen torture, but they say, you have to be cruel to be kind, building temples in their image from the sufferings of others. Within history there has been no progress. And the human spirit remains more impoverished than ever. And the silence of the brickmen goes jabba, jabba, jabba lest they hear the unconscious tell them their happiness is at best an illusion and their control a self-deception. For stopping the world, even gravity can become a meaningless concept. But this is the dance of the brickmen, slickmen, worshipping their god, Science, even as it dissolves on the quantum field where the Machine cannot be separated from the dream; where the politics of survival cannot be felt without knowing its shadow, the politics of eternity." [isad_extent_medium_type] => stdClass Object ( [isad_extent_medium_type_val] => Genre/Physical Characteristic [isad_extent_medium_type_th_i] => THES132 [isad_extent_medium_type_th_h] => =JT.U ) )

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A picture and poetic polemic attacking authority structures - the associated images suggest this includes organised religion, the forces of the state, business and contemporary psychiatric treatment. The "brickmen" assault a number of faceless blue victims in different scenarios. A poem in the picture reads: The Dirge of the Brickmen This is the dirge of the brickmen, stiffmen; power-rule foolers, cooltide nailers, sickdream schemers, crap-pile fighters. Theirs is the earth, solid as matter, sacred as a piece of shit. The brickmen kill, but do not care, or do not know; puffing themselves up on words like civilisation, wanking on words like culture. The brickmen torture, but they say, you have to be cruel to be kind, building temples in their image from the sufferings of others. Within history there has been no progress. And the human spirit remains more impoverished than ever. And the silence of the brickmen goes jabba, jabba, jabba lest they hear the unconscious tell them their happiness is at best an illusion and their control a self-deception. For stopping the world, even gravity can become a meaningless concept. But this is the dance of the brickmen, slickmen, worshipping their god, Science, even as it dissolves on the quantum field where the Machine cannot be separated from the dream; where the politics of survival cannot be felt without knowing its shadow, the politics of eternity."

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  • transfer format: raw uncompressed 40MB digital image
  • preservation format: JPEG2000/TIFF
  • Extent: 1
  • Dimensions: 1200mm x 1220mm
  • Original format: Oil on canvas

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