Preface
And though it's nonsense, it has method.
Which is the case with finer works than this one, and
therefore an excuse for its invention. Because who would, in
our times, maintain that nonsense and method are
incompatible?
Yet here we must tread lightly since senseless, as everybody
knows, won't wash with nonsense.
Not at all.
The drawings themselves are old, very old. Lost in the
original, did they survive by lucky circumstance as
photocopies. And old in this case doesn't mean ancient,
merely archaic within a lifetime. Because they were conceived
in the last century during the glorious Seventies: halcyon years
of love and peace for those still innocent.
To regain a measure of innocence, perhaps all, is the
possibility offered in the eight drawings and their flighty
commentaries. Which will, it must be said, make only sense if
the greedy little sirens and bogus magicians, the fool's gold
and the synthetic paradises (those particularly) have begun to
bore you.
More than you can say.
Maybe to death.
This, dear reader, is a coded but well-thumbed map with
secret pathways into the uncharted regions of your mind.
You'll need a moment to get your bearings.
Take heart!
Montvert 2003