Lights
We are what we want to be But what do we really know about reality Through the plasma judas of our prison door Inside looking out or at least this is what we believe Freedom is like the light at the end of the tunnel All you have to do is put your head through […]
The last refuge against all prohibitions The speakeasy’s of the future Drinking ourselves into oblivion Waking on a tequila sunrise While big guns boom in your head Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
The window dressing is similar to street art It is free imaginative creative and ephemeral The purpose and constraints are different But they share the mural and temporary nature The single shot at the gawker’s eye Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
In the deserted London Streets some windows stayed dressed The Fortnum & Mason London tea flagship exhibits its wares A kind of irony owing to the circumstances where many will forgo luxury The shop is closed but if you have the lolly, luxury will lap at your door Breadlines are for the new poor and […]
Some years ago when shops were still thriving The windows were an exhibition of imaginations Ephemeral works of art changing like chameleons Colors, lights and reflections, camera action A silent movie playing to the music of the street Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
As we go dwindling in our minds like Algernon We look over our shoulder to see the lights In the dimmed space of our confined new life We are like mannequins in a window show Exposed and vulnerable behind an unbreakable glass Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
In the windows that always hawk You see your own reflection And the image of what the other side will sell Matching your image with your desire is marketing The world of the street is rife with allegories Photo Hugh Ardoin The Window Dressing Gallery
The love message on the wall will self-destruct After the breakfast at Tiffany’s the gold turned blue Luxury in spray cans will be delivered by glossy droids Art is safe in the safe box tucked under a huge price tag The visible has been replaced by tacky propaganda posters Paint my life in red again, […]
The writing is on the wall But the body was nowhere to be found This is the mystery of the Nanny State Where your sins are lost without a sight Photo Hugh Ardoin The Vision Aberrations Gallery
Let the haves bark at the have-nots and let their dogs loose As times sail through dire straits, the dear things get the treat It is a sign that our material world is revolving into its revolution Settled in comfy cloudy armchairs, the Gods play chess with their pawns Dropping crumbs of the big pie […]