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.

#GOOD MORNING.

                                                                           
                                                                  GOOD MORNING.............
The debate between genuinely wishing you all a good morning, and seeing its futility in that to do so would be needed every~morning, surely its a natural thing everyday and morning,we don't always feel like wishing good morning every morning,but still that don't stop us from our core being soulfully caring,besides it would be boring and its not really social media savvy to update with a good morning every morning,is it.

Inches away....

inches away....

Did you know that if you lost your job,you'd have no money and if you had no money you'd not have the rent.you'd have no home.Your Bbq would simply sit on its patio with the next nuclear love~ums and their tea.You'd be nothing in the eyes of the have~ums,you'd be shit like. you'd be rooing the day you looked @ the hims or the hers and thinking they know shit. coZ without what you have,you dear,well,your shit 2 .still.x

Grayson Perry.

Grayson Perry.
All the colours of character and personality, a man yet a man liking to be a woman, a flamboyant opinionated and for inspiring artists whom i have called upon for influence throughout my journey into Art.

Grayson Perry.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/1928779/Pictures-of-the-day.html?image=6

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/art/art-features/10117264/Grayson-Perry-Taste-is-woven-into-our-class-system.html

http://poplifer.com/2012/08/03/class-act-grayson-perrys-vanity-of-small-differences/

On his Death~bed.

Look back my dear,i'll bend your ear.
were you proud to cut him to the quick
there's a child wanting,that cries for you

Look back my dear,i'll bend your ear.
is god there now,feast upon your daisy, the cow.
the landlord pulls the pint,a fag~butt burns.

Look back my dear,i'll bend your ear.
a man stands wanting,looking for a fight.
a dog cowers ,hiding in the night.

Look back my dear,i'll bend your ear.
a church bell chimes,a word that rhymes.
a canary sings,for its seed.

Look back my dear,i'll bend your ear.
the recluse wants to be free,the big lad deflated.
this fucking rejoice,a blast of waste.

Look back my dear,i'll bend your ear
his eyes look up to seek good grace.
ride pillion on the back,a wind of care.

Look back my dear,i'll bend your ear.
4 pounds ya cockney for a steak.
say to his face,his syrup a fake.

Look back my dear,i'll bend your ear.
there were cheers of ale and a fete,but once a year.
you were there to protect her flower.

~what is art. what?,,,CONCEPTS,PROCESSES AND EVOLUTIONZ.