90. FRANCIS BACON: A SPACE BETWEEN SMOKE AND MIRROR.
Francis Bacon, Human Presence. National Portrait Gallery - LONDON.
An emerald swathe of wool on skin - a body swung - as orb of the molten solidify to shatter.
A subject waits - as time ticks on to a discourse out of sight in a background palette of grays.
To recoil within such conversations - as to be poised as a hostage within a frame - held through a tension sustained through longing, estranged, irrational - irresistible - as boundaries crossed and desires held.
To wreak havoc through the torment of worth - confined confidence of self - veiled and volatile within a distraction of predatory colour. A murmuring of bruises - beguile as violence is sustained - as open scars - hostile to heal.
Slaughtered pinks - demand and deter - as meat slapped to marble - awaiting a broken blade to sever, wipe and cherish.
As to trespass a soul’s soil and obsessively wrench and gouge - feast until fed - drink until drunk. As to climb into such cavities - internal architecture bled - raw to ruin - the bodily despicable. Follies of flesh viewed to pull and twist - to snap as a pincer gaze. A moment held - as a fish gasps for air - hooked lip held, body beats to flash such impossible greens as iridescent scales - to shimmer as eyes fix on such brilliance.
Within a no-mans-land where women are unseen - confiscated confessions lay alert within a dormancy of wanting. As to fight such urges as to bop and weave - to risk all for a chance to be confronted - alas these battles are never won - as to remain imprisoned within distorted depictions - as the smoke clears the mirrors remain.
Francis Bacon, Human Presence. National Portrait Gallery. Until 19 January 2025.
Special thanks: Perry Stewart.