Dead for years

dead-for-years_detail5I have been dead for years.

dead-for-years_detail4There was some cosmic error, and when I died, my body carried on projecting itself vividly in space.

I talked and walked, expressed hopes and fears, and interacted in quite an authentic seeming manner with people of all kinds, friendly and unfriendly, hot and cold.

I knew there was something missing, but unfortunately the exact moment of my death passed unnoticed at the time, and the realisation that I was a corpse was slow and doubtful.

dead-for-years_detail3When did I die?

Exact knowledge of the date, time and cause elude me still.

 

[Five details from an untitled and unfinished painting, followed by the whole thing, CB 2020, 510x404mm, acrylic on canvas board. The digital copy has been darkened.] 

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© 2020 Craig Bingham

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