Many years passed in the jungle before Vincent finally recovered his equilibrium. He continued painting but one day gave in to the urge to become a sailor signing on aboard HM Prophet one among many boats from the Ship of Fools fleet which eventually sank at the edge of the known world due to a surfeit of philosophy clogging the keel. It was said that the crew were arguing wildly about the nature of temporal reality and indeed the possibility that the reef they were headed toward was a mere existential contingency alterable according to the position of the viewer.No one was really sure if the ship sank because of the sudden transfer of weight or the erroneous philosophy that had spread like a contagion among the crew....

In Vincent Gorilla heaven there is no theory led art.

In order to tune out from the cruel beating he was recieving at the merciless hands of his tutor critics Vincent began to drift into reverie using a buddhist nose breathing technique he had picked up at a party some years beforehand-again he found himself turning golden and floating among a sea of bracelets.

"..The innate right of the Englishman to decorate the tree of his choice even on National Trust estates. " by Gordon Gorilla

"there" stammered Gordon, "There it is you see, the trespass into the public domain with no increase in subject and a move away from commodity value-I only bought those decorations today from Hooty's in Willenhall showing solidarity with the oppressed Chinese Christmas decoration workers in Shandong province...Now away with you beasts! Back to the library now all of you!"

Great big top shout interrogator critic Gorilla moves in for the kill.

"Tell me Gordon" breathes top shout interrogator critic Gorilla.......
"Given the innate hostility between Conceptualism and the so called 'neo Expressionism'...can you point to an example of your work which shows the radical break from the unsensual practices of the 70's and yet remains neither regressive nor obsolete?" Scenting victory the troupe drew closer all sneering, cackling and thumping Gordon's chest...but then, with the last of his strength, Gordon pointed shakily to a tree standing nearby on commoners ground.....

Looks like curtains for Gordon and his birds.

At first things go badly for Gordon, even his unfinished sketches show definite signs of gesturality and the glorification of the subject with a possibly fatal bent towards the centralisation of the artist...fortunately for Gordon he has not yet entered the commodity market so no proof exists that gordon has gained bananas or any other fruit for his labour, perhaps there's hope yet for the lad if he can show committment to any demythologising tendency whatsoever and evidence a turn away from the subject towards the viewer..

The Post Marxist Criticality Gorilla team arrives to save the day...

Amid the whoopings and howlings that characterise post structuralist neo expressionist critique parties the - Art critique according to post Foucaultian but not quite Marxist, forward thinking audience engagement gorilla troupe- emerges from the bush in the midst of a high spirited and daring debate concerning the colour of Derrida's necktie. -No one however should doubt the significance and earnestness of the moment however as despite their gleeful levity the Post Marxist Neo Installationist Critique is fundamentally savage and lethally opposed to any form of self expression with an IQ of less than 140...if poor Gordon cannot recite the deconstructionist mantras from the great Gorilla Book of appropriate Worship Styles For Gorilla's convincingly.. then he is done for sure as eggs is eggs.

Kill the beast and slit its throat - by Gordon Gorilla

Poor Gordon 'Vincent' Gorilla carries on unaware of the rising groundswell of panic. Never much one for great thoughts and utterly preoccupied by the cacophony of his own inner life Gordon is frankly pleased with his work. 'I've been wanting to do this for years' he grunts to his neighbours..."I think its about early childhood conflict and the internal ceaseless struggle of chaos and form, what do you think?"
...The elders of the tribe note this selfish preocupation with mere surfaces with increasing intolerance-who does Gordon think he his to dare stand out in opposition to the huddled furry throng,does he think his colour based ravings carry any weight over the critical theory of bamboo production? ....Something must surely be done..who can help correct these recidivist tendencies? ...It must be a job for the super critic gorilla team

Painting for my shed by Gordon Gorilla.

Gordon 'Vincent' Gorilla's paintings are viewed at first viewed with affection and amusement by his friends who had always known Gordon to be a bit odd. When he began to hang large callico canvases on the outside wall of the communal shed however one or two eyebrows began to raise. Could it be that Gordon was edging towards a kind of neoprimitivism in his work? Surely Gordon was not about to propose a return to that terrible period of heroic abstraction that was in reality a simple extension of commodity worship? The tribe began to eye one another anxiously.

Gordon undergoes inner transformations and other such things.

At first all is well, encouraged by his friend David Ainley, Gordon aka'Vincent' begins to explore his more atavistic instincts with the aid of household gloss acryllics charcoal and oil pastilles. He calls his paintings by mysterrious names such as 'Rage of the Gorilla kings' and 'Outpourings from the inner Gorilla' Gordons paintings become well regarded in the forest and his mum is quite proud of him.