David Cauldwell

Pareidoliac's Delight

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Pareidoliac's Delight

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  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

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  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

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  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

  • FREE shipping

  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

PAREIDOLIAC’S DELIGHT

Pareidolia or paranoia?
Seeing faces everywhere
In sinkholes
In sink holes
In the mildew-infused carpet of grandma’s living room
A frayed under storey
Afraid of the story beneath
In the seeds of an aubergine, the face of Jesus Christ
(Or perhaps his vagrant brother - the one nobody talks about)
Hard to tell in all of this babaganoush
Faces in trees
Faces in the breeze
I feel them like wrought iron on my cheeks
Hammering capillaries for recognition
So I give in
I start talking to patterns in the walnut dressing table
A fable?
Matters not
There’s great wisdom in a walnut’s wondering muse
In fuse boxes, faces there 
At night
Car headlamps beam fiery stares
Mechanical dragons - but this is no myth
This pareidoliac propensity
Faces, faces everywhere
Even if you can’t see them
Be sure they’ll stare
And one day hence if your mind will allow
Perhaps on bended knee you’ll bow
Intensely engaged with old Sufi man
In Persian rug weave
Here to confide Middle Eastern ways
In the middle of Easter
Faces in the rabbit fur
Give me a carrot
Faces in the carrot
Give me a break…
Faces in the coral smashed by surf
Faces within faces
Leonardo Da Vinci was convinci’d
Over a dozen in his beard alone
Lost like tribes searing poison darts through jungle melange
Bacterial battalions in their billions
Crawl cunningly on skin
Their faces with us throughout every motion
Take a moment now to breathe this air in
Filled with dust
Every particle a face
Think of all the conversations lost
With each impertinent breath
Think of all the knowledge swallowed remorselessly
Digested in enzymes unconscious
Pareidolia or paranoia?
The accumulation of a million missed missives
Spoken by faces you’ll never see
Yet the children do
Paranoia not yet a concept
When the old hag in a toadstool
The shaman in frilly net curtain
And the octo-eyed deity soaring in cirrostratus
Beam magic into childlike eyes
Ever present with each blink
Faces changed
Every new blink
Faces deranged
Every new blink
Faces serene
Just sit by the tide and you’ll know what I mean
Nature’s mirror never lies
So how is your soul?
Look for faces and see
Never a truer reflection coming back at thee
Than from Nature to Nature to Nurture and Wane
This ebbing tide’s calming
A moment’s refrain

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed