Simon Allard
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simon.allard1@btinternet.com

Simon Allard
Artist

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3D Works

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My Father

The Metaphysical skinhead

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Two Bald Men Fighting over a comb

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Triumphs of Sport and Speed

Front cover (750 x 550mm)

Red text:  Triumphs of Sport and Speed

Pencil: Mistah Kurtz - he dead

Pen: 1p for the old guy

Page 1 - The Hollow Men (750 x 550mm)

Typed text:

We are the hollow men

We are the stuffed men

Leaning together 

Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!

Our dried voices, when

We whisper together

Are quite meaningless

As wind in dry grass

Or rats' feet over broken glass

In our dry cellar


From The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot

Page 2 - A Glam Rock Camelot (750 x 550mm)

Typed text: 

He spoke and ceased: the lily maid Elaine,

Won by the mellow voice before she looked,

Lifted her eyes, and read his lineaments.

The great and guilty love he bare the Queen, 

In battle with the love he bare his lord,

Had marred his face; and marked it ere his time.

(followed by the next thirteen lines)


From Lancelot and Elaine by Alfred Lord Tennyson


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Page 3 - My First Gun (750 x 550mm)


Handwritten text:


They fuck you up, your mum and dad.

They may not mean to, but they do.

They fill you with the faults they had

And add some extra just for you.

etc. 


From This Be The Verse by Philip Larkin



Page 4 - A Time Before Autism (750 x 550mm)


'Our punches got heavier as we became exhausted but I felt I had the edge in terms of fitness, so I summoned up all my strength and launched a massive haymaker......and missed. As I went down he caught me on my cheek with a blow that made a dull thud and would have knocked me out cold if I hadn"t been falling.'


From Two Bald Men Fighting Over a Comb 


Page 5 - A James Bond Training Manual For Boys (750 x 550mm)


Typed text: 


What did the chicken say when he crossed the road to meet James Bond? "The name's Ken, Chick-Ken."


Top tip: To avoid getting PTSD after brutally killing an enemy why not crack a joke? e.g. "I think he got the point" (death by spear gun)


etc.




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