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