MY ENGLISH GARDEN,1 THRU 2,2,TOO....

MY ENGLISH GARDEN.1 THRU 2 2,TOO..

 approximately a year ago, i embarked on my own likkle installation in my back garden, it was a project to set up my own English Garden, based on what I found ,what is left in the garden of England ,what's wasted ,what I found and what grew from it. a story of a process, from one found object to the weeds and insects that come to pass, an apple~plugged in, get it?

This was to be documented with photographs, the photographs creating further art, becoming the art, what photos would I get, what would prove interesting. It was done with a sense of satire on Art ,But also with a real seriousness. Conceptual art born from bits and pieces in the garden.

The first 4 pictures here were some results of this document of leftovers and scum.

MY ENGLISH GARDEN 2 TOO,,,2,,,.X

 I am currently an Artist without the luxury of studios and means beyond my means , so I make do, my previous experiment proved interesting ,garnering visceral results so I've embarked on it again, my back garden once more being my installation of dumping ground history, i hope to evolve it a little more and see what the summer and autumn brings.

Some people think me mad, maybe? what do we do, we do, simply!

July the 5th and its growing,but where? 

 July 6th,a representation of home,@home but not '' in'' home. Bamboo and Pandas,little ponds,walls in front, and the shadows that are cast,''Time''2 finish or a collection to grow,breathe.

July the 9th,the suns out,the sun shines on the dark,the shadows tower and  breathe,having a home still a luxury,however the suns nice to sleep out in,drink plenty of water.

                                                                             
                                                                                       

                                                   MORTGAGE PRICES ARE TOO HIGH.

                                                                               SMILE...

Outta weedz come Beautiful thingz. 01/08/2013.

connected,what's the connection?. What do you have ,do you know what you have?

From here to there,what you find,finders keepers.We are commodities,your commodities end up on the scrap heap,some of us end up on a scrap heap.where have you been what did you see,what did you save.Do you eat well,do you manage where others excel, a one pound ready meal made from horses or a six pound steak and an extra tenner for a half decent meal.Do you enjoy yourself with impunity or do you risk it all for a wee bit of fun, the differences are obvious, yet you don't see them.

Some~ones made their home,catch and caught.

Quiche.

Clique.

Loosely based. Why is plastic surgery Bad.

There was a young chap with the world in his hands ,he had adoration and applause.
He was the youngstar who had the screaming and fawning of millions,with adulation wherever he went.
He danced on moonbeams and walked a waltz on water ,his talents buying countries.
His soundz and music reacvhing the souls of those who only dream was a meal.
He wore gold suits and owned homes in continetns each.
His skillz and his talents were god given ,with hair5 that flowed and chimed with the rythm of the wind,his eyes twinkled and his smile enthralled.
Yet he was'nt himself.
This young mans nose was knocked and chiselled,his skin pulled back over his eyes.
His ears were moved from north to south and his bollox hung from his rectum,with pubes in his teeth,like grass and weeds or toms in a greenhouse.,his hair sprouting from the plants in the pores of his head.
He was miserable and became sour ,twisted and with reality removed,with only a macaque to suck on his withered serpent.
He had time and he had money,he became a recluse,with hammers and pills to crack him out to sleep.
Those that adored him were a world that would weep.
He was'nt himself.
Thats why plastic surgery is Bad!