Tag Archive: Christopher Marc Ford

17 Nov

– oh! did you ever wish me dead ?

oh! did you ever wish me dead ? aquarelle, pastel, paper. 17/11/2255cmx45cm „ begriff sie nichts und sagte leise: Wer ? “ – RMR https://www.instagram.com/christophermarcford/

17/11/2022 at 19:59
16 Nov

« an entity, in its death throes, sacrifices itself as a content in order to survive as a form. »

« an entity, in its death throes, sacrifices itself as a content in order to survive as a form. » aquarelle, inks, pastel, graphite85x60cm13-15/11/22 “To go on waiting is madness.…
16/11/2022 at 00:57
16 Nov

a pile of stones, small flowers, silence

a pile of stones, small flowers, silence graphite, ink, conté45x30cm14/11/22 https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck9io4Wo0Mc/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link

16/11/2022 at 00:54
15 Nov

the Contemporary Arts magazine

https://contemporaryartsma.wixsite.com/the-contemporary-art

15/11/2022 at 14:35
14 Nov

J sleeps

sketchbook https://www.instagram.com/christophermarcford/

14/11/2022 at 20:22
11 Nov

gardening in the dark

gardening in the dark inks, aquarelle, pastel, pens. 11/11/2260cm x 45cm https://www.instagram.com/christophermarcford/

11/11/2022 at 11:40
09 Nov

« This letter is a bore to you so I do not my dear, there is not disrespectful anger and disgust trying to hide when drunk as I have and losing the knowing that some time or energy, deplorable for your memory, becomes a shit symptom of ‘I do not wish to have a knowing of time or energy’. I do not wish to lecture or bore. I love you but in your presence I was great stress. Like you needed about a ton more weight rested on your collarbone widened, and I thought how convenient… piped popular songs into you daily, polished pebbles change into something else and I used to hate myself so eat, eat them whole in a graceful and pretty position for a suspensory moment – ease inside, go over the questions its only for other people they could give you an estimate. Flunked out of various schools went several times to spend weekends: “why, I had had an idea that that was just what you did want”, you mean I’ve found it once – sexual numbers to the numbers I could hear giggles there were six beds women riffling through magazines and chattering like parrots to steady myself in your own time I know that that is hyperbole, this is more simple than it seems – said you worried; turned out written here, the point is hanging. I would push the letter, I was pure alongside myself, love that men and women I could digest in disgust in between, alongside, previous to what is my own that is now deplorable and painful, had I been able to end this letter. »

“This letter is a bore to you so I do not” aquarelle, inks, pastel, pens. 60cm x 45cm08-09/11/22 https://www.instagram.com/christophermarcford/

09/11/2022 at 14:59
08 Nov

Spikey-Island, a man drowns here.

Spikey-Island, a man drowns here. inks, pastel, 60 x 40cm. 08/11/22 https://www.instagram.com/christophermarcford/

08/11/2022 at 12:44
05 Nov

“Gentle, please”

“Gentle, please” aquarelle, pastel, inks45cm x 30cm05/11/2022 – it’s the end of the world. https://www.instagram.com/christophermarcford/

05/11/2022 at 14:12
04 Nov

Madeleine Undressing (here comes the bogeyman)

Madeleine Undressing (here comes the bogeyman) aquarelle, pastel, conté, inks85cm x 60cm03/11/2022 “Nor look behind, nor sideways” – Keats, the Eve of St. Agnes https://www.instagram.com/christophermarcford/

04/11/2022 at 01:22