Writings of Gavion E. Chandler~
My writings take on many forms and often are connected to my art, or inspire certain visuals that grow into a visual spectrum of ideologies that come to weave dreams and nightmares born of Men in mind and heart.
But in the end, they come to ponder the 'being of men' as to what end shall they come to know to be or perhaps not to know. Man is curious and confounding creature, man, woman and child, each with their own peculiar sentiments of outlooks and expectation. I have to say I more inclined to admire the child, because of that innocence that is not so innocent... rather it is honest and to the point and possesses a wisdom that comes to be lost as we are groomed and nurtured with the world. Thus 'Man' is general term that addresses and inquires of that nature, will and spirit that we come to possess and that which in turn comes to possess us in our passions and all those hopes and fears that they would come to whisper in our ear.
As I have mentioned, my writings take on many forms. I write plays, novels, poetry, short stories and even a few children stories, and they are whispered in a thought of a question or an idea that lingers on the back of some thought like a patient spectre.
So as you tread down roads of words layered and woven in a thought of a question and a possibility, you will find the 'ghost of a man' (the writer) ensnared in the reflection of a world of men and dream and himself, pondering... trying to escape his own madness while he (I) try to understand my own madness.
Every man, woman and child is mad with their own dream of the world, trying to make sense of it while they, we try to figure out our place and role in the world, to find and know some sense of purpose in 'being'. But 'Man' is the medium and art of my words, and in them I hope to discover and illuminate a certain understanding where I and my patron readers achieve some sense of 'knowing' while discovering and challenging 'one's own sense of understanding.'
I do not offer answers or even the promise of hope; that would be for you alone to know and find within your own self. I simply offer these thoughts and their honest questions where we all come to tread one time or another, where we come to know devils of angels and angels of devils, where they come to cast their watchful gaze from some distant shadow, where past, present and some day yet to be whispered into being; here we dare to dream and ponder impossibilities of things of thoughts. Here 'Man', in will and heart comes to bound and riddled with fate and fortune that would be but of his own genius and his own devise.
Gavion E. Chandler~
'Man is his own devil.'