Brian Catling was born in London in 1948. He was a poet, sculptor and performance artist, who made installations and painted egg tempera portraits of imagined Cyclops. He was commissioned to make solo installations and performances in many countries including Spain, Japan, Iceland, Israel, Denmark, Holland, Norway, Germany, Greenland and Australia. He also wrote novels.
He was Professor of Fine Art at The Ruskin School of Drawing & Fine Art, University of Oxford, and a fellow of Linacre College.
The book I have is only the first one but with this same cover.
Right from its astonishing start this book is full of quotable passages –
“The bow I carry with me I made of Este. She died right just before dawn, ten days ago.”
In fact, a lot of the beauty and fun of reading this book is the language itself. Such as this passage where he uses words in way they are not commonly used such as when onofthewilliams is on the boat into the Vorrh “when I awake, he is already at the engine, preening it to life”
Other quotes I loved were:
“..travelled outwards to become a pressure, like wind against the meat sails of his lungs.”
“ a scree of innuendo came loose and tumbled onto his reputation.”
“He made a strange gesture, his eyes seeming to roll around his head, as if he were trying to observe the entire courtyard via his peripheral vision.”