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...........

lightz.

Winterz come early,summers easy with its late nights and BBQ in the plush yard.Get ya gloves and get ya scarf,pickled pinchy nipples and elf~like frozen ears, did ya pack ya peas and Tesco Chardonnay,and logs in the poop bin or the lush fur trimmed fire~place. Rock off or on,a light will glimmer or fade.

Art is money,however, the money is distributed amongst those who deem it worthwhile?. Art is soul~food,a force from within that has no barrier to creed, wealth, nor is it socially exclusive .Joseph Beuy's said "everyone is an artist" are they ?and  Martin Kippenberger saying"every Artist is a human being",Art is a belief and a way that only the artists them selves know its personal internal origins, yet its a language that is spoken to the world. An artist is an artist that accepts it wholeheartedly and from a place within. Art is a power, a power that speaks and lasts through the ages its form from paintings in caves to wheels in galleries is well documented, yet its a form that can be deemed only for the few,only for those that understand, that are in the right place or born with the right  spoon and heredity in their mouths and being. Yet all can create and there are those whom create from a place deep where many souls dare go,but its not seen,its not for the assembled elite,its not of pretention and not in a place where the deal makers nor the money makers want to go.Its a thing for those who have the time,the facilities and faculties to show,however that is here to show,as fallacy.
Art is power,its an empowering fact of expression and talent, a flick of a brush and dart of a line.Some are born into,many are born with it,yet few can go through with it,its a form to follow through good and bad.art is not a form that is only for those with the ways and means, but those who believe,believe in art ,those who see it from the pit of their soulz,its ours ,its our power.
The connection from where a soul not deemed with the spoon,but deemed with the talent, with the goal and the dream is the connection, a connection from here to paper, to pen, to canvas and  from photo to blog, Art iz for all,art is power,"Art & Power".

All I can do.

Someone whom took a pic of my work, asked 2day,"have you got a trademark or copyright" No was my answer,they then said " oh,i have it as a screensaver,looks great ". That's why i am just a bloke as an unemployed chef, a level of humility is all i can do, i guess.

as...

Some people either say and share their constants of well being and contentment,or they simply just keep it as it is, and for me sometimes it is or would seem shit,but at least its better and at least it is ,as it is.

Interest thats disinterest.

If interest sparksz judgement and nothing,nothing coupled with disinterest,no connection yet unsocial action but social interest,then there iz nothing,so nothing to be here 4. Sad that connections untied due 2 unwanted connections via other connectionz. C.

DId you,are you.

Sit in a field.

Sit in a field,sit in a field ,on your own for a week,a month even,.Take only your soulful,divinely given gifts,what are they talent ? mascara,a TV a laptop,your pride,bosoms,a shapely arse,whatever it is take just that and the clothes on your back. Sit there alone,what will you eat,where will you eat,.
your mother aint there for hugs nor reassurance,your partner aint there,there aint a member of the opposite sex for esteem building exercise.you don't have your favourite teddy,you don't have your latest i@phone,with abundant apps.
There is no@ne beneath or below you,no superiority or seniority,to gauge where you are,there's no inflation from an act of self seeking joy. no~ ones there to tell you that they love you, no~one is there to say you're ok,you're good and mean something to us all.
Now fucking Sit there ,don't moan just rest,just take it all in,its all you have.
Just fucking Sit there,,,,,,just fucking sit there,can you,would you ,you have to.
Now,,,,,,,,,,, would you return ,would you return intact,would you !
& then tell us all you're alright,now tell us all you  follow your dreams,your divinely given desires.
you're wonderful,just fucking sit there.

Who am I,Who R you, 2 ,.................

Reality.

Its just reality 4 today,when does encouragement become an unresolved ambition and external driving force ,driven crazy,some have it, some don't. Its just reality today,don't mean its given up,its just reality dear,as clear as the door that's open or closed.Its just reality.

Morning 4 Sunday the 8th and the 8th in November.

There Is a crisp (metallic) chill to the sun tinged air,autumns on its way.Excitement produces a high of actions & kneeling and bowing to everyday acts ,on a path to a downward cliff,a blast of air will put paid to that .The air in the home is that through the windows,yet the air is different and cheaper,its breath comes with thinking.Surreality tosses a coin and its either when and where or here and there. Offer or refuse.