HEAVEN
For years we went to church every Sunday, that was after Sunday School.
Father A. came for dinner, a meal with 3 courses, naturally.
I arranged a special trip for the whole congregation to the National Gallery, well not everybody came, but still… all for the love of God.
We learnt all the prayers – by heart of course, revised and revised again … for the love of God. And then there was an exam, and they could answer all the questions… all for the love of God.
But unfortunately God didn’t love us.
You see, you have to be perfect for the love of God.
If you have any problems, maybe one of your legs is too short or your nose is too long, God really hasn’t got time for you, quite understandably, he needs to give it to those who can pay more – all for the love of God.
& EARTH
I am having a show at the Stables Gallery, West London.
A beautiful space, some old stables, completely untouched .
I make the work for the show see: THE BIG WHITE LIE the van to collect the stuff will come Monday morning at 11.
I go round the corner, just a quick cappuccino, before setting off.
And outside the Co-op I see the remains of an old bed.
‘Could somebody please help me, I live just round the corner, it’s very important, yes, I need this bed, please! it’s not far …! ‘ And the remains of the bed arrive at my front door roughly at the same time as the van for collection arrives.
It gets loaded, but something is missing - I go upstairs and push it out of the window, our huge king-size mattress and it very neatly fills the van.
Hold on, you cannot possibly show a mattress after Tracy Emin!
Oh Hell, WHY NOT! – DIFFERENT CONTEXT COMPLETELY!- different story!
So what’s your story?
Don’t you know? IT’S ALL FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
candle in church of holy sepulchre, perhaps