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Swindler of the Abyss
A collection of paintings from the warped mind of John M F Casey.
“With infinite precaution, I prowl around the depths, draw off certain delirium, and make myself scarce, like a swindler of the Abyss”
E.M. Cioran
"'Both the colour paintings and the monochromes are produced during a recurring mood state, where anxieties and deliriums are channelled into a creative instinct. The art practice therefore relies on a philological process, and more resembles a condition than a vocation, with both psychotic and neurotic characteristics. The psychoses being the explosive phases of creation, and the neuroses being the long subdued periods between: where the ideas incubate within the subconscious. The subject matter of the work - which includes executions, orgies, satanic imagery and hallucinogenic nightmares - is drawn from the obsessive studies and meditations of the neurotic phase. The work swims with allusions to poetic, historic or philosophic subjects, sometimes with depictions of recognisable personages, with allegorical symbols, or with carved fragments of verse or prose. This sits uneasily with the crude and perverse aspects of the painting, which is reflective of the primordial id that favours obscenity, farce and destruction.”
Doctor Voynitsky
"The density and malaise in the crescent moon mind of John M.F. Casey usurps and withdraws trust and complicity from the eyes of those who are deigned to communicate with it. The scratching possibilities from the depths of infinity, pushed out into being and reality, lopped out of time and sign towards a pure blemish of gutturally equated mental precision; engage and extend. For nothing. Given nothing, taking nothing. Thanking no one. It moves. Chiseling a singsong at the chalkboard tooth and nail, coruscating through the light of internal rather than external sparks. It removes the uterus and begs to differ the gap between seed spilled and seed earned.
John M.F. Casey fears. Sleep and night thoughts, ink stained under nails, touching eyes and the sting. He is the worst man, the bridge where there is no water, begging for the pennies on his eyes for the crossing. His fear is joined, shared and clustered across rooms and the clawing retention they hold and climb on. John M.F. Casey does not exist without you. It is you who are cursed."
Emile Bojesen
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