I first started making sculptures as a way of explaining how I wanted to heal my wife’s long term illness, MS. Our beautiful garden was always under attack from dandelions and never more so than when the ‘clocks’ of seed heads would blow and scatter everwhere. Knowing they seed anywhere and everywhere easily I realised this would be a great way to show how ‘time’ could heal her. The element of time plays an important part in art for me and my artworks always contain visual references to time. Using wire mesh, papier-mache, plaster-ceramic and found clock and watch parts I make imaginative sculptures I call ‘MyDandelions’, this is carefully chosen as it contains Myelin a vital substance missing in MS sufferers.
These sculptures to me are infused with a lyrical quality and they have been described as ‘unique edgy structures full of feeling’. My love of old clocks and found objects fuels the passion to create them.

Adrian Alvey

 

My
Dandelions

 

Would have grown in your head

And not outside the garden shed

It might have meant that time

Would halt the spread

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

Minute changes in the brain

Slowly make a difference over time

Remember the person they once had been

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

Lying in your care home bed

Wishing you were fucking dead

And all the interferons

couldn’t halt the spread

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

Overheard but not responding

They are there but not there

No longer the person you once loved

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

A legion of lesions marched in your head

But you still held onto the codeine dread

Over everything I said

You were never ‘neurologically’ dead

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

When the person is not themself

But a shell, hard and empty

They protect themselves from the barbs and jibes

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

It’s morphine O’Clock

I would grow a myriad of dandelions,

Alive not dead

To heal the wounds inside your head

But love lies bleeding now instead

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

Chase a dandelion fairy

Down the road to no recovery

And you cannot act the same anymore

Tick-Tock, Tick-Tock

Another year on the death clock

A Thousand Wounds

Cut deep into the soul

A Thousand Wounds

Tearing you apart