guggenheim saffron davies , 1980* inside the nautilus shell* we slide down down down round round round the diminishing helix and into dark corners of a mind that is not wrong* when it creates a temple for a new generation of pilgrims devoted to nature and not the machine even if this usonian* ziggurat reminds me of a ramp at the car lot four legs* prevent two wheels* from headlong pursuit as we descend in ever increasing pace bored of the endless rows of captioned attempts of man to describe his own futility and give meaning to a life by self expression at the same time only managing to capture the very pointlessness of his existence all this is said as we spiral lower sucked into the vortex relentlessly caught up by this concrete whirlpools dreadful pull allowing us no escape but down into the black circling epicentre us all dreaming of being spat out and daylight one relief to this descent into depression is two wheels description of a journey to the heavens which saves us from corkscrewing into oblivion by making us dream of the skyward progression of his own monumental high flying ambition surely equivalent to wrights visionary planning of the illinois building* and its colossal ascension which returns man to his rightful intention of a headlong collision course with his own redemption the portrait of jacob wendelson jnr .