Alright .....it's Friday morning , again ...in this farce this international comedy club of high paid mortgage interned imbeciles all locked in to the mantras of.... " keep calm and carry on " and " eat ,pray ,love " ...maintains its very expensive yet all the while utterly futile existence of banality ....
.... It's raining hard outside and if you are even remotely aware of your surroundings you can acknowledge ....that it's raining pretty hard inside too
Sat here considering the last few weeks and how they themselves bled out from the preceding weeks , months and years is a common way for any creative to start the day ,perhaps heightened especially in the wake of my recent 40th birthday. ( by the way big hugs and many thanks to all of you that sent wellwishings , it was a fun weekend followed by a deliberately drunken Monday night and a birthday morning nursing a hangover the likes of which I haven't seen since my early twenties ) I know I am terrible at coming into these digital platforms of shameless self promotion and reciprocating such sentiments , but I do hope that those of you that truly matter to me will take that with a suitable pinch of salt and know that if our paths actually cross in the physical realm whilst sauntering about in this life ... Then I am more than willing to break a seal on a decanter of whatevers your poison and drink to your very good health ( and this I would rather do than hide in a domestic bubble wrap kicking out platitudes for the sake of it )
What was the main point of this little reflection ๐ค
Well there were several underpinning ideas that got me to sit here in front of this God awful screen and try to type out at least one partial facet of what was on my mind , constantly infuriated with having to change if to of and vice versa and this for thus u for I ....so convenient all if this garbage that most of you have come to run your whole lives with ๐
Well first I was thinking of popping up a little doodle .... I don't do this much anymore ...because I think it serves to feed the internet ether more than it's ever served feeding me ....but we live in weird and scary times and as much as I am absolutely certain that to some small degree my fringe edge ideas and notions just end up being absorbed into the digital crack and largely ignored , until some upper middle class asshole that has had nothing to do but ' internet research ' from a position if relative comfort has rebranded my concept as their own ,pumped a great big Facebook advertising budget and purchased a suitable amount of followers ....can then try to turn something I do as a passing fancy , just by chance ....into some streamlined ' business model ' prone to the privilege of all the relevent funding models as offered by this basket case crack whore of a country
Jeez where is there a place for the fiercely independent hobby style grassroots cottage industry....are we allowed to just muse over things without having to worry about whether we might be eligible for R&D funding opportunities ....
Everything is funding driven these days ....and the whole thing stinks as far as Whitehall ....what ever happened to the financially secure consumer base that used to support and maintain through that support .. the discerning customers financial democracy ๐ค
Well there have been factors of course .... Personally I think there is little validity in an artist's work if they haven't first been exposed to the realities of the subjects in which they concern themselves , so I couldn't paint about pain if I had never experienced it first hand , and not as a single experience .... I would of course have to render an understanding of the complexities and nuances that encompass all facets if that determinable experience , not just catch my hand in a door and assume that I am now versed in the complete complexities of the underlying sensation
So a painter that likes to walk Fido in a light rain and tries to talk about being ' in touch with their surroundings '
Is a bit like a vaccine company that was consistently sued for the cure they offered for limp dick
Or a political party that campaigned to hang Nelson Mandela is interested in humanitarian rights and not arms sales and estate agents
Or a media company telling you who to root for be it a sports team a local initiative or the much debated great reset
A local council suggesting that despite imposing 15 years of ideological austerity on behalf of a gov that is clearly out of control ....that really they stand with their constituents
It's a farce , it's s sham it's such a level of charlatan clad bullshit that quite honestly I don't know how half of you stand it .... Suitably compensated for either your apathy your silence or stupidity I guess ๐ค
But there you go ..... I suppose I should go and jump on this flight and make use of the week in lieu of being allowed to be at ' work ' today .....
My goodness little England ( I can't call you a united kingdom ... You are certainly not a Great Britain ) so little England it is adiรณs until I am offered the opportunity to defend the very idea that an image depicting subtle nudity ...in an art room might not be grounds for disciplinary action !!! My goodness the audacity ๐๐๐
Don't get me wrong , I am all for positive affirmations for setting goals , optimising implementation plans and the good old fashioned pulling up of socks , garnering gumption and trailblazing with tenacity ....so I do get the manifestation process to a degree ...I think that if you are sat in some middle class opulence regurgitating uncomprehending gibberish about karma as the middle East burns for a fourth decade and the fickle idea that Putin or Johnson will get what's coming to them if we just sit and sip tea or soy lattes and bark into the mobile insane asylum that social media has become that everything will work out in the end of whatever ' episode ' formatted concept your reality has been curtailed to ....for precisely this reason
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