Biopic - part 05

What's that?
How long did that take you?
What was on your mind when you were painting that?

"I painted it yesterday. Actually I dripped it, like Jackson Pollock. It took me about an hour."

Well, that doesn't sound very difficult. So, you threw the paint, did you?

"No, I dripped it."

Well that's not very difficult.

"You should try it. Anyway... like with the Rocky Horror Show: 'I didn't make it for you... '"

General glancing at each other ensues, accompanied by an awkward silence. Obviously, the critics had been under the impression we'd all been having a fun time.

Biopic - part 04

With the stream of consciousness in full flow, I let go what I am, from my heart - onto whatever medium happens to be in the way, at the time. It just comes out, unforced, & little control or preconceptualisation. That's how I do it, anyway - don't inhibit - most of all don't tailor to the "market." What would the point be of that?

This woman I did some work with, caught up with me on #socialmedia & commissioned me to paint a bicycle for her husband's birthday. She already made an offer on another painting saying she wanted to buy it before the price of my work became as high as that of Picasso's, which I heartily enjoyed as I've much respect for his work.

You'll never get anything from me in standardised currency, & I'm not requiring the same from you, either.

Biopic - part 03

A few days ago, a colleague at a college place I contract at to pay the bills said "I love #artists, they *feel* everything!" [she's from the mid-east, so imagine errr accent - so beautiful] - she's so right, of course.

It's been a shit/good few years. The UK is becoming a nasty place to live - down south, at least. Real unpleasant, dog-eat-dog competitive - as if some people couldn't just live together & produce good work, in a live & let live culture, make a living together, helping people to achieve something. It's all about the heart.

I was asked if I'd done anything new lately, so I showed em this I did yesterday :

Hope I'm getting the linking right - it never occurred to me to do before, yet makes perfect sense to link platforms together. Just didn't know got could do it on this shitty #android app for #blogger, which I've never particularly liked, since I was using it back in my blackberry days.

There no Internet here in darkest  wherever, but the furniture's comfy & I get time to think.

I've been putting off travelling at all - which for a guy who for much of his younger years, hopped whole countries at the weekends, thinking he was doing God's work, I've degraded into seclusion in my later years.

I've lately been feeling my age, largely due to the generational turn of the the one I'm living in. I've become convinced that there's too much power & control in my sphere, that's gradually sucking the life-force from me.

In a way, it's good, because it brings out #art from me. I'm free in much of my painting at the moment. I'm not happy when I'm restricted in this, as well as struggling sometimes even when I'm free in my time to focus.

I deliberately haven't monetised my #art because I don't want to produce anything. The product, so crucial to the evaluation of what I do by others, might as well be termed "by-product" - not that it's shit by any means - & seems to be more greatly appreciated by others in growing numbers.

Biopic - part 02

What wasn't clear at the time is that this by my niece inspired this piece by yours truly:

Biopic - part 01

So as every post begins, uploading,

My life, the art, my heart decoding,

So you can have a bit.

Then, tell me, all your shit.

So I just endured a laughing session by my parent, sibling, her husband & their daughter (own relatives). It's good to have these, now & then, they grant me much needed relief from my own, self-made, world of peace, compared to you insecure, mindless fuckers who are now, fully part of our media-constructed, mediocre "sit back & critique without any prior experience or underpinning knowledge, whatsoever" culture others'v (most'v) bought into, where the highlight of the week is the new, Hugh Laurie, thingy, conclusion.

The subject of their, lesseningly, collective guffaws, as usual was my achievements, particularly my new art-fad & the fact that i think I'm a painter.

So, to sniggers-galore, I was asked by the smallest one if I'd done any new #artwork lately.

She'd been quite enlivened by my interaction with her last time we met, & had ended up producing not such a bad-looking, flowing piece from her heart with a piece of my art-psper & one of my felt tips... I'll havva look & see'f I can't find it.

He's I posted it above. I really like that. She inspired me to do the following, I think it was. Lemme change the app I'm using... Here it is: