Singleton, New South Wales, Australia born 1959

  • Has lived for periods in USA, Austria, The Netherlands, Italy, UK

Silence is still a word that has to be spoken. Satan’s MSN Service. The digital numerals rolling upwards faster in a blur. You can’t make out the details but you can be sure of the trap, between zero and never, faster and faster. It’s time repetitive, counting ages against aging counting time. The astronaut is his gleaming suit devoured by gut worm. Sauropod wit savoured in a sauterne satin smoking jacket. Floating in an air that only existed in another time. Now in an era of T.V. dislocation as cultural relocation. Maybe it’s too pretentious to think you would call. If you were here you would know it takes a slave’s soul to make the best master. I’ve seen your face in occasional contractual smiles, still, I’m waiting with Bic biro in hand, a last hope gasping for pigeon holes in the scrub. Security Screening leaving an Economy Class vapour trail. If you were here you’d know, toe to toe soulless truth, in a cautious embrace of the inevitable under saturnine lead lights #9 2006-07 Place made: New South Wales, Australia
Materials & Technique: paintings, polyurethane with dyes and pigment on canvas Support: canvas

Primary Insc: Signed and dated verso upper right, 'Dale Frank 2006/2007'. Signed and dated verso upper left, 'Dale Frank 2006/2007'.
Dimensions: painting 260.0 h x 200.0 w cm
Acknowledgement: The Dale Frank Gift 2014
Accession No: NGA 2014.66