rest in a conceptual piece, 2006 (stone/moss)

By boldly removing one arm and placing it at an oblique, bewildering, arresting angle atop the lopsided and almost emasculated (yet paradoxically strengthened and perhaps even ennobled) monument, Blurston invites us to see stone - indeed life itself, to say nothing of death - with different, warier, more heart-like eyes. A coruscating, devastating confit of compressed emotion that is yet as cold as the unquiet grave, the artist punishes and yet caresses the observer with the loving pugilism of a kitten named Muhammad Ali.

(Rupert - will this do? I have a thing to go to. N)