Between attempting to paint those touching morning or evening colour runs over the horizon that appear around sun rise or sun set and the frustration with the “Kitsch” it produced when trying to place the sickle of a virgin, first, unbelievably perfect New Moon somewhere in it, these Apples-in-Space came about…

Half an apple – half Moon. Why not. Half cop-out, certainly a distraction. After all, there aren’t enough apples in space anyway (and I doubt Musk has come up with a remedy yet).

So despite the absence of any expected or alleged profound meaning, this Apples’ space program has provided unexpected great hilarity, laughter and general entertainment in KCAT Art Centre through conversational word play and all sorts of associations!

There is Yeats’ last line in The Song of Wandering Aengus, and Dark Side of the Apple doesn’t take a lot of tweaking by Pink Floyd…