Combining both the familiar appearance of the common potato with the radical contrast of sheer empty space my work explores the rift that exists in our post agrarian society.
The gestalt appearance of this tuberous crop, familiar to many as a common food can serve as a metaphor for the existential struggle of existing in a post industrial society.
The apparent contradiction of audio poetry references the numinous 'eyes' that cover the surface of the food, transposing eyes and ears to provoke introspection.
There was a potato named Jacob Who couldn't find anything to make up So he wrote a neat game And thus he gained fame And waited for players to wake up.
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Who couldn't find anything to make up
So he wrote a neat game
And thus he gained fame
And waited for players to wake up.