Wednesday 18 May 2016

Circles.
May 2016.
Jodie P,a Beautiful soul.
A first post on this Blog,for months,years,even.
Through the trudge of life,a degradation.
Through meeting those who are truly kind and those who perhaps are not.
This post is here.
Catching a star,a Musical Empress,loved by many,her time wanted,even for a glimpse.
This is Jodie,Jodie Prenger,I met Jodie,while on a wayward,long detour away from the harbour of the internet,a place many call home.I had none,No home.
Homeless,sleeping by the stage doors,creating Art,Salvation of a soul.
Through the muck and the mire,humiliation,yet this is written.
I have'nt been able to access this Blog for time,yet yesterday,somehow,i managed to. ''Mysterious way'z''.
The need for time,allows us to heal, a new dawn exists,even through hell.
Jodie,a lovely Lady,giving her time to this once street drunk,vagrant and hobo. Here i am taking a photo,of her having her photo,taken. The last time Jodie met me,i had no phone.
''Its a funny old game''.



Wednesday 16 October 2013

Attractive.


Attractive. 

..>My words,in 2013,and these ''here''edited in 2016<<..

This week in a discussion i used the word attractive,however as intuitive as i am and aware of the connotations of the word ,it sparked me to Think and to hold a little thoughtful moment,it then fuelled this blog post.
Around certain crowds/cliques,perhaps immature,perhaps shallow,perhaps vain, perhaps so self absorbed or ignorant, as to not see further than the original word. "Attractive" as a word conjures up an initial ideal,yet it may not have been in its correct context,context in art is as important as the artwork itself ,sometimes more so,even. 
Its "attractive" to be assured, to be full of ones own identity,its scary and at times intimidating.The Truth hurts ,the Truth is shut up,do not speak the Truth,it will be a alienating experience ,but the good and the brave will come through.

What is Art,art is an urge a fire in the belly, an itch one can't scratch but there is a need for it to be done to be fulfilled. Art is in my blood but there are points that it would be easier had it not been kindled. Imagine creating a fine dining experience,de-veining a goose liver,preparing the best brioche, all buttery, ever.Envisage creating a decent veal stock,tenderly skimming it of its impurities,nursing it with red wine and caramelised veal bones and onions, reducing it to a glistening shimmer on a plate.gently but swiftly and finely slicing the sinew off a prime Filet de Beouf. try shaping a cylindrical and finely sliced potato for buttery pommes anna ,then nurturing a poached pear and glacial chocolate sauce,all the while with simmering salted water ready for the fine beans to be cooked al dente. Time all this to perfection plate it and get it all out as a delightful 3 course meal,perfect all on time and all at its precise and optimum moment served with finesse and guile,impeccable. Now,imagine all this is done and is met with silence,perhaps with some cheap tomato ketchup,no recognition of 2 days labour,almost a sucking of teeth and a look of oh where's the chips,this is standard,its then not even eaten. That's how it feels to create a painting,a picture,a work of art,all guts and no delectation on ones palate,yet its still done,each time with more belief,with strength,but each time creating a little humility.
There has to be a belief,there has to be an assured and unreserved notion that what one is creating is what one believes in. Each picture,whether it is a 5 minute sketch or a month long arduously analysed and much thought over thousand brush stroked painting,its all done with the notion that it will always be Art and always need to be seen. The concept,the context will always be of major importance,further fuelling its place as Art.Who created it ,why did they create it,what is it ,why is it,where is it,where does it sit.

Who is an Artist,an artist is one who simply accepts that moniker,they're assured enough,firm enough,confident enough in their own resolution to be an "Artist". This notion is far more "attractive",than a doubtful,undecided,fraught,tumultuous, indisciplined tryer.

Definitions of Attractive as per online dictionaries.

Having the power to attract.
pleasing to the eye or mind.
arousing interest,an attractive opportunity.
possessing th ability to draw or pull/an attractive force.
Providing pleasure or delight,esp,in appearance or manner.charming,alluring.
Having the power to arouse interest,"an attractive opportunity,the job is attractive because of the pay.
able to attract interest or favourable attention,an appealing sense of humour,
Having qualities or features which arouse interest.

Sunday 13 October 2013

Learn something new everyday.

                 Learn something new everyday.



Sometimes, so simply and so sweetly, we are reminded of what it is that inspires us,that which gets our creative juices going. On a particularly wet and dour Sunday afternoon I was flicking the channels and Julia Roberts was trying to teach those which I find  familiar, the stuck up and truly one sighted views of pomp.There was Ms Roberts,teaching that which i had been taught 6 years ago the cave paintings of old.It was,however the work of Chaim Soutine which really provoked my interest,and boom there i was googling an artist i had yet to study,and so it was i was here,writing on this blog and being  reminded of the journey of Art.


                               
Oh the controversy,  http://www.andrewgrahamdixon.com/archive/readArticle/153 ,but controversy today everywhere,even in the tabloids we may or may not,no longer read at our breakfast.

Without that of Andy Warhol we may not have the pop and celebrity that so stains our souls and conscience.Pop Culture we have much to thank for,Reality Tv,Big Brother,stained walls of graffiti. A dress worn by a global superstar and her favourite Tea cup.
Is Gaga mad,some may say so,but I see weight behind her skirting beef dress,we are meat, we are money if the moneys right ,Gaga is money. I still remember seeing the disdain and hate for the dress,the horror in the tabloid press,but here it is all linked together in a few sentences and pictures on a blog, by me ,I see it,a journey,a journey I am on, not always readily accepted,but accepted nonetheless.




From one carcass to another,from a possiblity out of ecoli, a paparazzi led shopping excursion,we have  the carcasses of  a point of others beauty that which is the difference of opinion.the differences of a state of being.The twisted forms of a man/woman's difference in thinking.
The femininity of being classed as a piece of meat,the pieces of meat that are paid for on street corners all day and every night.Men and women, women as men and men as women,cocks and stubble and all.

Jenny Saville.


Damien Hirst.

From a carcass painted in the early 20th century,before the world was devastated by the horrendous acts of 1939-1940,before even the much lauded Britart of Tony Blair and his Iraq invasion sparked by chemicals not snorted up a nose.We have the new carcass not on canvas but the real deal ,preserved for all time in a glass filled vitrine.



And so it is, a wee blog post sparked because i watched Julia Roberts in her 25 million dollar performance teaching that which has been taught to me.
 As a lady say's,,,,,,,,applause...

Wednesday 9 October 2013

Another year,but,still daft.

Despite being a post~graduate,sharing a birthday with the enterprising 'D Cameron',despite "wanting" 2 seek my fortune in the great smoke,despite the compassionate actions of cuz's ,this time last year i was begging and performing on the streets,sleeping in cardboard boxes and using fast food chains as my morning wash~room,had i waited 4 the red tape to be crossed,the enterprising upper echelons to have got me help well,it may have been a wait 2 long. This time last year even with a certain element of social media savvy,it was'nt possible to get on here,the updates could've been so enlightening and pictures an eye~opener,still,im glad 2 be here now. I am a year older and still just as daft,but daft with a roof over my head,No thanks 2 the enterprising man who shares my B'day.

Tuesday 8 October 2013

Quick post.observation.

They left something where they went apparently and picked it up from where they did'nt go,but had to buy a new one ,however they did'nt buy a new one as they left it at the place they did'nt go,,and people believe it.

Saturday 28 September 2013

Not 2 happy.


Someone obviously weren't too happy,with their fella/lady,maybe they were pissed at the world. Perhaps,they'd been sacked,perhaps their dole hadn't gone thru,maybe Dad had cut em off,from their trust. Bad haircut,missed opportunity,shit job interview,they weren't happy,and at me maybe ,or simply just you. Nevertheless,i left a response 2.



They say.



Don't give up,don't give up they say,with their chaffeur driven taxis and ipad. They're all italian meatballz w basil and iced top o the line white wine. 
Don't give up,we can see ,we can see with credit cards and 3 times a week restaurant visits,we can see with private diners and members clubs,we can see with dad to call on upon for rent and Jimmy choos.
Don't give up they say from leather sofas and minimal canal viewed apartments,don't give up they say,a doorway is pain to grow from.
Don't give up they say,when heels are a problem coz of plasters,don't give up ,coz they can see,the light may be fading, the light may be flickering the light may be on,but it may be so near and so so,quite far away...........