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A man walks though the door Has finally discovered where all the zeros are kept Multiple portraits of the universe in small black This is the language he understands Infinity that adds up to nothing A zero is the perfect fit for the soul The method to put one in by taking one out To replace what is replaced with what is not replaceable,

Oil on linen, 150 x 110 cm, 2017

(Text from Nathan Shepherdson)

A thousand dead mathematicians will tell you there is safety in numbers before they all sit up and count to one,

Oil and tempera on linen, 50 x 70 cm, 2017

(Text from Nathan Shepherdson)

Time and Space,
Oil and tempera on linen, 50 x 70 cm, 2017

As a way as a way as a way of falling into our hands without time without falling,

Oil and tempera on linen, 50 x 70 cm, 2017

(Text from Nathan Shepherdson)

Time without falling,

Oil and tempera on linen, 50 x 70 cm, 2017

Your shadow has been replaced by the shadow of a horse a strange billowing effect of four feet connected to two a grey parachute you can jump into,
Oil and tempera on linen, 50 x 70 cm, 2017

(Text from Nathan Shepherdson)

The highways that lead to the sky bear down on us all, Oil on linen, 40 x 50 cm, 2017

Sent to retrieve his own image to reattach the echo to his first word to reassess the accuracy of right angles in this square sun,
Oil and tempera on linen, 50 x 70 cm, 2017

(Text from Nathan Shepherdson)

His job was simply to paint words onto ears
Sometimes he got to choose his own words
Sometimes the words were chosen for him,

Oil and tempera on linen, 50 x 70 cm, 2017

(Text from Nathan Shepherdson)