ANN CICIANI CONTEMPORARY ART
  • Home
  • Latest Works
  • The Crack in the Cosmic Egg Collection
  • The Iconography Collection
  • The Commentary Collection
  • The Celestial Dreams Collection
  • Poetry by Ann Ciciani
  • Upcoming Exhibitions
  • About
  • Press
  • CONTACT

Ann Ciciani
CONCEPTUAL ART

Poetry and some random ramblings- by Ann Ciciani

Furniture Conversation

Once I walked into the middle of a conversation between my sofa and my armchair.
They were having some sort of amicable disagreement about the compatibility of current trends in post-modernist aesthetics and the increasing popularity of combining them with more minimalist Scandinavian styles. I could see that the coffee table was feeling left out and was trying to intervene and make a case for classically simple, yet more robust traditional designs. Whilst this was going on, I watched the lamp I had bought from Kmart wanting to say something but holding back due to an inferiority complex. The Tom Dixon ceiling lights were feeling superior as usual and tried to outshine everyone else’s opinion by harping on about eclectic Interior design and the need to get a little experimental. Everything was about to reach a climax when someone walked in and placed a swatch of floral wall paper on the side table (who thus far had remained diplomatically silent), which left the whole room in a stunned and fearful silence ........
Picture
Picture
Nature of Love

Everything you have ever needed to know
Is contained in that old tree
It is willing to teach you so many things
If you would for just one moment
Slow down
And sit in its shade
That’s what it is for
After all

The Dream

What if this is all but a dream?
and death- only the release from this life of illusion
and to our wonderment we found there was no place for fear
And so in this life we could find
Only cause for play and love
Each of our lives
A million different melodies
​played out in an infinite number of ways
Throughout a field of golden timeless love
Never to be afraid again
Picture
Picture
​My best friend the Llama

I wish my best friend was a llama
A llama that could speak
I wouldn't care if he was smelly
or had crooked yellow teeth

Imagine the drama
My llama and I
Could stir up in this office
So boring, dull and dry

I would feed him my work
He could spit on my boss
He's a bit of a douchebag
Who doesn't give a toss
About people like me
We're just commodities to him
Never doing enough
To bring more money in

But my llama and I
With a smile and a grin
Would just flip him off, trash the joint
​Then go out for a swim.

The Rabbit Queen

I had been running for an eternity
Longing for a soft place to fall
Lying in secret to myself
While chasing a white rabbit
That kept disappearing down a hole
I found myself lost in a hall of mirrors
Surrounded with terrible reflections
So distorted I could not recognise my face

Completely exhausted
I had no choice but to stop
In a state of complete surrender
I dared to look into the mirrors
Afraid of what I might see
And when I took a good hard look
I realised the white rabbit was me!

And still I kept on staring
While the forms began to take shape
And fairy tale became the nightmare
But I had stopped trying to write it
Stopped playing the role I had be given
And I just let the tale unfold

My body shook but I did not falter
I stood my ground
Hearing truths I did not want to know
Letting all the pain flow through me
Until there was nothing left to feel

Then, when the words fell silent
I took my sword
And I shattered all those mirrors
Every single one of them
Not caring while the shards of glass
Tore at my skin

When there was nothing left to break
I stood in an empty black space
Blood dripping down my face
​Trying to catch my breath
The sword slipped from my sweaty hand
And I surrended to the void
That had been there all along
Patiently waiting for my return

Then all my demons
Came out and greeted me as a friend
And held me in their loving embrace
No longer hiding
I stood there with them
Staring face to face

And then they handed me a crown
Which now sits upon my head
Letting only those who can see it
Know that this is the path
We all must tread
Picture

The Muddy Place

At first I didn’t like it
This smelly muddy place
The water was so murky
I couldn’t see my face
But then I came to love it
Because here I was so free
Cos nobody likes to come here
Nobody but me
Picture

Skin too Thin

My skin is too thin for this world I am in
My Synesthesia

Ok so this is how is goes;
I am not sure why
But its always been like this for me with numbers;
​
1- Is always white, and smells like Lilys, feels like a calm warm ocean breeze-definitely the best, I'm kind of obsessed.
2- Is always undoubtedly red, tastes like cherries and smells like jam cooking on the stove while its raining outside. Comforting, but take care it doesn't burn or boil over.
3- Irrevocably blue, tastes like blueberries, smells like bubble gum - kinda fun.
4- Sorry but I just don't like it much, definitely pale yellow, smells like freshly cut straw.
5- Let's party!! Always orange, tastes like honey. Looove you number 5!! Lets hang out.
6- Purple without a doubt. Feels kind of cheeky. Sneaky- so don't turn your back.
7- Sorry, no time at all for this one. Sits in the same category as number 4, but an even more sinister shade of yellow. I try to ignore it. I'm hoping it will just go away one day.
8- Like number 6's older brother, a dark purple but has no smell at all. Sensible but silly sometimes.
9- Pitch black, tastes like licorice and smells like burnt toast. Take this number very seriously.
10-Can be red or white depending on my mood. Smells like toffee apples burning on a bonfire. Can be a friend or a warning. Handle with care.
Picture
TV Head
​
Hey you there on the sofa!
I can see inside your head
The pictures are all in black and white
The music has gone dead

There’s a show on repeat
Which you’re watching once again
I see your eyes glaze over
Get ready- count to ten!

I am bouncing right on over
To turn off dial
Lets play some funky music
Lets give that face a smile

I have a rainbow of colours
and even more you've never seen
It will surely give you goose-bumps
I'm adding in new scenes

And if that is not enough
We will make it all 3D
I have those special glasses
Put them on now
​You will see

Life in a new light
Colourful and bold
A hyperreal funiverse
To you will all unfold

Picture
Fabulusciously-non-sensi-caliocious

Supercali fragi luscious
Ex pee so precocious
Bishme quickly on the flubs
while standing on my plootions
Would you dare to flubabub?
Exflumpalicious motions!
I say -whynot peekalick?
at the fabu-luscious potions
Dont stop now-what the fuck!
depending on your flootions
If you could just plumpaluck
to pickalicious notions

Emergency Kiss

Today before you leave the house
I am going to put a very special
Emergency Kiss
Just behind your ear
and you can keep it there
Don't tell anyone about it
It's a secret

You can use it any time you want
or when you need it most
If people are unkind
or say something mean
It will be there
Waiting for you
to use

and

​When that one is used up
Come back to me
Because I have a whole universe
Full of kisses
​Waiting just for you
My precious peach

Picture

More or Less

There could have been more
But instead there was less
And why it was so
I couldn't fathom a guess
But now I find
Sometimes it is so
The less you have
The more you know
Picture
Entropy

There is poetry in the madness
There is poetry in the sadness
Embrace it all
Because therein lies the magic
Brave soul

​What am I?

What am I but a turtle following a fox
In a Jungle of Dreams

​​
Brain Cucumber

Today I am having a brain cucumber
The lights are too bright
Your voice is too loud
My shoes are too tight
The questions are too hard to answer
So I am staying in bed
​With my ted
Picture
Pause

Let’s not let the futility of words destroy the moment
I would rather listen to the rustle of leaves for advice​

The Choice

In the shelter of your angel's wings
Lay the ugly thoughts inside your head
While your angel stood by willing and hoping
That they would not take form
To shape the things you said

In the shelter of your angel's wings
Lay the angry words
Not yet spoken
Sitting on the tip of your tounge
While your angel stood by
Watching and trying so hard to reach you
Imploring you not speak them
But the thoughts came too fast
and the ugly words left your mouth like bullets
Leaving holes in those who heard them

In the shelter of your angel's wings
Lay a bullet waiting to be fired
While you stood there
Trembling, holding that gun
With rage coursing through your veins
Your angel stood by unseen
Trying so hard to reach you
Trying to guide the chaos in your mind
Hoping, pleading and begging
That it would never be fired.
​
But your adrenaline kicked in
And the split second it took to fire it
Was not enough time
To make the right choice
So an action was taken
That could never be undone.

And after the smoke had cleared
Even though you could not see
Your angel's wings had fallen to the ground
and shattered into a million pieces
and the fragments gathered at your feet
Forever broken

And yet still
Not realising what you had done
You trampled through them
After making The Choice
Now written into the records of time
For all Eternity
Picture
Picture
Picture
Picture
​Golden
​
You have broken me
in a million different ways
in a million different places
so like shattered glass
I walked through this life
The wound could not have been deeper
Only to realise
After all this time
It was meant to be
For that was the only way
for the light to get in
And that light that has now left me
Golden
and for that
and only that,
Mother,
I thank you
Picture
​Pretty Lies

I would rather hear your ugly truth
Than your pretty lies

​Metamorphosis of the Narcissist

Born out of neglect
A black hole that steals succour
from the empath
​You gaslighted my childhood
Leaving me broken and burnt
But over the years
I have picked up the pieces
One by one I welded them back together with gold
Reconfigured them into something much stronger
And the burnt carbon charred remains
After years of intense pressure
have now crystallised into diamonds
To go forward
To create and heal
Myself and others
With unbreakable strength
Sending out the light
Refracting into a million different wavelengths
The colours of my soul
a Fierce and Purified Love
Burning bright
Cutting through the darkest night
Picture

Thoughts whilst doing the vacuuming


1. Time is a by product of the interaction between consciousness and matter e.g all events are happening simultaneously there is no past or future but because our minds can only experience a linear sequence of events it creates a parameter of time so that we can make sense of it e.g. 'funneling mechanism' hinted at by Aldous Huxley 'Doors of Perception' Therefore time has no absolute existence on its own. Consciousness gives the illusion that it exists. Einstein quotes 'Time has no independent existence apart from the
order of events by which we measure it.” which ties in with the double slit experiment. e.g. electron can behave as waves or particles depending on if we are observing them or not. Super freaky awesome shit that has massive implications. Space is the same aswell with no absolute existence e.g. entanglement theory when atoms and electrons can have a non local relationship supports this idea that space is an illusion created by matter/consciousness and has no absolute existence.
2. Dark matter (which scientists now believe is more important than actual matter and takes us most of the universe (It turns out that roughly 68% of the universe is dark energy. Dark matter makes up about 27%) is where matter ceases to exist (so name is wrong) and is protons and elections vibrating at a high frequency or dimension that we cant experience. Electrons and protons are continuously vibrating in and out this dimension therefore to us look like they only have a probability of existence until we observe them e.g. from the slit experiment (wave particle duality) . Black holes could be portals to these dimensions e.g. space and time does not exist in black holes
3. Consciousness essentially creates matter, and therefore space and time which are not absolute independent entities. e.g. Einstein as mentioned above. A thought in nerological terms is electrons moving across a membrane, what is energy moving electrons, what is matter - potential energy.....
3. Afterlife is consciousness continued on these higher vibrational levels, where space and time are no longer experienced but set free from the constriction of matter which creates the space time experience. Consciousness on this level is experienced locally plus universally e.g. Jung universal collective consciousness. Higher levels of afterlife consciousness is not experienced locally only universally e.g. state of bliss experience by meditation monks, take away thought, take away space time dimension and infinity is experienced. I had a very brief experience of this years ago whilst meditating and it was amazing. Sort of like an orgasm in the brain.
4. Because time does not exist in these higher dimensions all our spiritual selves exist simultaneously just on different vibrational levels/dimensions e.g. Einstein postulated there were up to 13 dimensions and probably more. So your higher spiritual self already exists in a higher dimension.
5. Psychics can tap into these dimensions where time does not exist and therefore predict future past because everything is happening simultaneously anyway etc e.g. Akashic records https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Akashic_records
6. The whole universe is a conscious entity that is continuously evolving physically, psychically, spiritually through a continuous interaction between consciousness and matter
7. Therefore we are actually creating our conscious world and every single possible outcome in our lives is happening simultaneously and is only forced into reality once we think it e.g. turn it into matter and act on our thoughts.
8. In conclusion universe is a type of hologram where consciousness is constantly funneling matter into higher dimensions e.g. heaven or nirvana being the ultimate state of harmony experienced or created once the mind reached higher level of consciousness e.g. what all the Buddhists reckon and a couple of other religions....
9. Universes are constantly being born from this consciousness and evolving from low energy state to high energy state in a sort of universal patch dynamic of spiritual and physical evolution
what dya think peeps?

Please note all artworks on this website are protected under copyright and patenting laws
© COPYRIGHT 2023. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
.
  • Home
  • Latest Works
  • The Crack in the Cosmic Egg Collection
  • The Iconography Collection
  • The Commentary Collection
  • The Celestial Dreams Collection
  • Poetry by Ann Ciciani
  • Upcoming Exhibitions
  • About
  • Press
  • CONTACT