The multicoloured cottage, including the carport (to the right-hand side), mirrors a scene which I would draw religiously as a child, but for reasons unknown. Now, I consider every time I was re-drawing this cottage scene I was practicing this painting.
This word reminds me of my ex-boyfriend. He was very particular about many things. I don't know if he noticed but I used to observe him very closely. Here are a few of the things he would do that were very 'particular' indeed. He would often do these and then tell me about how he … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Particular
I've decided to start writing about the paintings -- for two reasons. 1. An art critic may never write about my paintings. 2. I am an impatient bastard (at times) and if someone were to write about them, it most likely wouldn't be right now. I want to recognize the richness of my work, rather than just … Continue reading Painting: “Childhood Memoirs” 2017
yRacism: prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior. Ever heard of Natural Selection? If not, then it's about time you had. Breaking down Natural Selection: Any species in nature adapts to its surroundings according to what the needs of the species are. If … Continue reading Breaking Racism
I convoluted the meaning of these two words on Monday. Skepticism is the art of doubt and lack of certainty. Speculation is the ability to create hypotheticals or suppositions. Two words which are not similar, but can fall parallel to each other in the right situation. Unfortunately, it was not a good time to get … Continue reading Skepticism and Speculation
This was originally a poem, a letter, and words for one of my artworks 'Xanthorrhoea Glauca.' I didn't ever issue it with the artwork so I thought I'd make its debut on here. 4th August 2017 Dear Boy, You swayed my limbs and deterred my legs from the tracks. The tracks that went by the … Continue reading Debut of ‘Draft For Xanthorrhoea Glauca’
Where I’m from, comes and goes a road. On that road is a trip, is a story and is a lifestyle which has now passed like the common chapter. A bus travels to and from, along the road, and through a rest stop in the shape of a circle. At this rest stop are chickens. … Continue reading The Wild Chicken’s at Paddy’s Rest (A Short Story)