Nick Boon [...] examines subjectivity as a personal navigation by juxtaposing the frailty of humanity with impersonal graphic symbols of electronic origin. These symbols somehow hover over and attempt to guide whie utimately loosing out to the hardware of the analogue, the actuality of the permanently etched surface, giving up an image both printed and cast from a matrix that reiterates his intentions." - Andrew Folan
Among the blossoms, a single jar of wine. No one else here, I ladle it out myself.
Raising my cup, I toast the bright moon, and facing my shadow makes friends three,
though moon has never understood wine, and shadow only trails along behind me.
Kindered a moment with moon and shadow, I've found a joy that must infuse spring:
I sing, and moon rocks back and forth; I dance, and shadow tumbles into pieces. Sober, we're together and happy. Drunk, we scatter away into our own directions:
intimates forever, we'll wander carefree and meet again in Star River distances.
From Drinking Beneath The Moon, Li Po c. 743.