CELEBRITIES AND THE BRAIN DEAD MIND

art and culture

So last week I think it was, time moves quite fast around here. I threw a load of artwork out, it has cleared the house somewhat and freed up the energy too. In case you are wondering no it did not go in the bin, it went to a charity shop where they kindly relieved me of my burden. That is not to say they took everything, some of that work had nude or nearly naked women on it. People can get upset by that you know and the offending pieces are in the back of the car awaiting disposal, this includes the celebrity collage. Which are featured on here today. Together with a all the old collage work went some of my earliest paintings, they all needed a new home. Saying that I have kept the Fish wife as it amuses me, it now hangs above the stairs. Who knows in time even that may go the same way as everything else, but not right now.

What else? Oh yes I have been doing some DIY house painting and the final touches are now being sorted out, the floor in the back room is being painted a nice sandstone colour. It is far nicer than the Grey concrete hue from previously. My only complaint, the stuff stinks like blazes and takes an age to dry. I may have to do a windowsill at some point, there again I may just leave the sod. I have had enough of paint for the time being and shall be retreating to the garden instead. The weather is nice, the birds are singing so why not? Plus I get to watch things growing and everything going to plan, eat them as well. For everything else there is a final assignment to write for university and then fuck knows, I may even relax a bit before something else seizes my imagination. In fact I think not relaxing is what does my head in, by that I mean sitting around and twiddling my thumbs. Listening to or reading the so called news. I find it ever the more important to focus on positivity those things that make me smile, laugh and give me inspiration.

celebrities, celebrity magazines and lets call them gossip magazines are some of the lowest forms of entertainment you can get. Fancy being enthralled by what some WAG does with her spare time,or a has been pop star is now up to. The people who publish this sort of shite need to be dragged outside and given a slap around the ear. The people they write about, well that’s all part of the great distraction. This is why the magazines are called Hello or OK, the sort of thing you say to someone who has been banged about the head and is acting dazed and confused. As for the gossip magazines, well go and take a read of some of them, just the front pages will do. This is the sort of crap aimed at mainly women with nothing better to do with their lives, the sort who go to the tanning salon and then the gambling shop and back again. Does that smack of unfair stereotyping? Its actually and unfortunately very accurate, I ought to know, it was my job once upon a time. You learn loads watching people in newsagents and supermarkets, you can learn even more from books. One thing is for sure, if you entertain yourself with brainless and utterly useless BS you will learn how quickly things like senility can creep up on you. Just imagine the whole time you are reading up on what Mrs. Beckham is wearing or doing, a whole host of opportunities are passing you by. Perhaps you enjoy reading brain dead rubbish designed to poison and destroy your own thinking, after all that’s what the government wants of you. The media is just another arm of that machine.

BTW All those magazine cuttings came from the front pages of the magazines I had to collect up and tear off as evidence of my work each week. I had better to do than read the contents.

The importance of questioning the historical record and not taking anything for granted

politics and religion, Uncategorized

Having been a little while since last anything was written, life has now freed me up to do something. there are no excuses and even the reasons are pretty flimsy, however I have been creative, productive and have re-acquainted myself with stinging nettles and getting my hands dirty. Being a gardener certainly has its advantages, I spend quite lot of time listening to the birds sing, get plenty of fresh air and being self employed am barely in a position to walk out of my job or indeed be sacked. If I do decide on taking this drastic action, I can reinstate myself after having a cup of tea, or switch my attention to other things that need doing around the home. Like making the kitchen look nice, painting the floor in same and various other little bits and bobs. I shall also knocking out a large amount of dead plaster, stripping off a quantity of horrid wall paper and removing some old tiling adhesive, all filthy tasks. I shall start by buying a couple of birthday cards for two elderly female relatives. one in her eighties, the other I think is ninety six. My mum says the other person is ninety four, either way it’s pretty impressive and a good age to be. Both birthday cards are unfortunately late, at least I remembered.

A Russian has said something unfashionable and more than likely 100% accurate, that Hitler was a Jew. Certainly a good number of his entourage could make that claim, or at least have that claimed for them. Does Hitler look Jewish to you? What fun, a member of the chosen race hating and murdering his own kind. Makes for a conspiracy doesn’t it? A Jewish conspiracy, one centred on self hatred and loathing of your fellows. I wonder if Hitler was a Jew, there is plenty of ‘evidence around to suggest something in that direction, here is just one example:

https://cdn.preterhuman.net/texts/conspiracy/David%20Icke%20-%20Was%20Hitler%20A%20Rothschild.pdf

Click on it and have a read, and then look for other material on the same or related topics. It is important to establish facts in history and not just take someone else’s word for it all. After all the word history is comprised of two other words His story and that is very important, we must not be afraid to explore and even perhaps debunk the narrative. If we are then hated for distilling the truth from the lie, then good. let us remember what Orwell wrote in 1984: ‘Who controls the past, controls the future: who controls the present, controls the past… The mutability of the past is the central tenet of Ingsoc. Past events, it is argued, have no objective existence, but survive only in written records and in human memories. The past is whatever the records and the memories agree upon. And since the Party is in full control of all records, and in equally full control of the minds of its members, it follows that the past is whatever the Party chooses to make it.

What if Hitler was a Jew and what if the Jews had a conspiracy all along to rule the world and a host of other things as well, like not allowing people to question the figures of those murdered in the holocaust. What if the figures are all wrong? After all they changed the number of those murdered at Auschwitz/Birkenau several times over the years and they are only human after all. Humans are very fallible creatures and their ego, especially the collective ego does not allow for any questioning of what can be termed sacred cows. The holocaust is just one of those bovine beasts, after all they have been raking it in ever since it happened and it shows no signs of slowing down just yet, new books are published on the subject almost every month, just go to your discount book store and look for yourself.

In other news I woke up with a sore throat this morning, so I have been taking it easy and having regular periods of rest, hopefully the hot Ginger and Orange concoction will see me right and chucked some Turmeric in for good measure.

https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/98241616

Trannies, fires and the decline of empire

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A few minutes taken away from the study of the decline of Empire and India in particular, provides relief for my eyes, a correction of posture and something to let all that learning sink in and ferment into something useful. Letting my hair down (literally) and contemplating my empty mug, do I need more tea? Not right now is the answer to that particular question. Instead I am to ponder how I misread an earlier slightly more important question and have thought how I could have wasted a lot more time on answering a question, that would have been wrong, irrelevant and off key as well. In other words a total and unmitigated fuck up, that I could well do without. Just like the beastly dream that I am am sure kept me awake half the night and probably did nothing of the sort and more like just the early hours of the morning instead. It involved, packing my bags moving out and going away, leaving someone else behind. It had to be done and as much as I contemplate my dreams, it has to be done. if you want your car to move you have to release the brakes, it is simple. One thing has already been sent on it’s way, the other slightly bigger thing is going to be retrieved boxed up if needs be and sent on its way to. I don’t actually give a flip for the past, I would rather focus on the present instead.

A hunchback of Notre Dame

Productivity increases, new opportunities emerge and I am less bothered by people wanting to speak or otherwise ‘chat’. The video chat thing is both a curse and a blessing, actually it is a burden, fuck the blessing. It prevents all or a lot of the above from happening and most annoyingly stops the listening to of music. This causes acute distress and upset ( I am joking here) It is worse than that, it is downright inconvenient. I do not really give two tits what is happening on the other side of The Atlantic, likewise I do not give two turds what is happening on the far fringes of Europe. I keep up to date on world events and do not believe half of it and only bought a newspaper last week cause I was bored waiting at the hospital to pick up some meds. The time I bought one before that was during the bog roll famine, I used it to wipe my arse and later on to make a fire in the garden. I like making fires, the bigger the better and the destructive the greater I love them. Actually this is not true, it upsets me greatly to see forests and woodland being torched, by idiots dropping cigarette butts. But it warms my soul to see French cathedrals going up in smoke and I laugh my cock off when same multi millionaires hand out fortunes to repair the wretched place. Just like some medieval indulgence to ensure remission from purgatory. A pity they cannot find the same sums to house the homeless and lift people out of poverty.

This person does not have a uterus

Hypocrisy is one of the by words of religion, strangely enough you find it a lot in the political realm as well. There is just more lying involved and less buggering of children, though perhaps they all bugger each other. none of them it appears know what a Uterus is or which members of the species have one. I will give you a clue here: if your name was previously Eric, Kevin, George or anything else from the big book of boys names then you will probably find you do not, or for that matter never will. Recently a Tory (conservative) MP came out as being a tranny, just after being arse raped as well. Poor chap it must have hurt like buggery, I hope his assailants used some lube on him first. Anyway enough of tories, burning churches and sore arseholes. I want a new mobile phone, having become convinced my current antique is no longer doing the job. Like the Tory tranny MP it is buggered but not literally. It has been abused and maltreated over the years and is now genuinely fucked. I shall take myself to the phone shop, explain my predicament in less vulgar language and obtain a new machine, possibly even a new service provider. I am done with Oh poo or whatever they are called, dislike the automated voice they use and all the crappy offers they want to shower me with. .

In the mean time I am going to have another brew and contemplate going for a little drive or other outward excursion.

Mi Skool Daze (A storrie)

Autobiographical

This was originally written in response to a female I met online around 2003 she seemed very nice and was quite friendly  and came from somewhere like Moldavia or at least had a passport for that country.  I think she was resident in Romania, fairly slim build with dark brown hair. She liked to call me ‘Sweet thing.’ Though I guess this was more a standard greeting for anyone who might have had some money to spare. This was at the same time as I was in a loveless and often abusive relationship and despite the shaky quality of the webcam and its connection was perhaps a catalyst for getting out of it. I wrote all of the following during a lunch break at a dodgy bakery where they smothered Chocolate cakes in gravy browning and charged an arm and a leg for the things.

Woman I will try to express my inner feelings and thankfulness.

When writing a book you ought to consider 3 things: the beginning,the middle and the end. What the rules are for writing a letter I do not know. Obviously I have written plenty of letters in the past, however none of them were about how I felt or indeed how I feel.  this one I hope and feel will be the first of many, only time will tell.

When I first started out on the rocky path called life, I knew something had to be done. That I wanted to do something, quite what I did not know. But there was certainly something, I freely admit I made mistakes well who doesn’t? Yeah I made a few.  Looking back upon these things with an unblinkered eye and no obstruction in my way. I realise that these things were not all caused by my own fault. Rather through the influence of others and the environment from which I came.  Rather than nurturing and developing what talent there may have been, it was repressed and crushed till it was nigh visible. The teacher shouted, the pupil shrank. You are nothing, boy was the usual phrase heard at the school I went to.  They controlled your head through the classroom, you are hear to listen, boy!  Shut up. When that did not work, the  treatment became harsher:  Isolation as if you were dirty or infected. Then if the first was not harsh enough, there was physical punishment, for what? Laughing out loud was one of them, I mean what is wrong with laughing.  Is it a crime to smile and be happy?  Yes of course I broke the rules, Smoking behind the hall, pissing around like children do  and  for that you could expect trouble. But laughing?  They may as well have stopped us from breathing. Turned us into animated dummies, or is that what the educational system is designed to do. Creativity in the class room,  copy this  and draw that. Don’t even think of using your mind. (that might have been dangerous.) Mr. Crowley had a strange way of encouraging creativity in the craft lessons, mind you  he was nuts and threw knives at people.  Smashing up your work if you breathed out of turn, unintentionally  he alternately frightened the shit out of us or made us behave even worse.   Unfortunately those were his milder rages, I think he was just a frustrated angry old man  who had a best friend in his pipe of tobacco and his crafty stuff.  It was quite bizarre at times,   he would gather us around and start speaking about someone’s pot they had just created and  spoke about the curve of it, the shadow it threw.  This alternately could be put to a basket someone may have just weaved.  You get the picture? All it would take was  for someone to do something out of turn, lets say scratch their nose or perhaps yawn, then he would go of on one. Seizing whatever was at hand and pummelling said creative effort into the table top and I mean he would flatten it.    At the same time he would rave and shout that his father had been eaten by ants in the jungle for this, that and the other and apparently it was all our fault. The other favourite was I cycle all the way from Farnham to teach you bloody lot. Big deal, it  was only three miles.  As for the first accusation, I would love to have seen how he came to his conclusions. It is beyond me how he ever worked this one out and it is all very fine blaming the Ants. Still they had done what they had done and like I said it was our fault.  However Henry Crowley as was his name just appeared to be  an angry man with a pipe.

So apart from a mad craft teacher who threw knives. Some of us had an alcoholic house master, who found it funny to act the fool and keep us children amused. He organised games of forfeits when there was fuck all else to do for an evenings entertainment.   I had to dress up backwards by that I mean putting all my clothes on back to front. I must have looked a right muppet. Unfortunately the headmaster saw me in this state, it was at evening prayers. He was not amused, trying to explain away my position only dug the hole deeper and resulted in a sound beating for my efforts. I was lucky, someone else got to eat soap, he was farting bubbles that reeked of Carbolic for  a week afterwards. 

Talking about beatings and especially canings it was traditional to expose the injured body part (Always the backside) to the rest of the dormitory, for common inspection. Billy always said: “This is mild compared to what you will get out in the big wide world lad”. He was right, I have had to pay a fortune for every beating since, the Domme down the road is very strict about that. Billy would then make  you shake his hand, like you had done him a good service or something.

DOMINA

It wasn’t all that bad and some of it was actually quite good fun. We got to fool around in the woods and play war or something,  whatever it is that children do. Sometimes we even got to go to ‘Birdworld’ Though we only ever saw the fishes there and never the birds. Unless you included the penguins, so for us first and second years it became fish world.  I suspect it was like this because Pecker had a bird complex,   more on that later.  My pissed house master swam in the nude, ate his ear wax and was ming. The school secretary  found him having a swim one early morning when she was walking up through the school after parking her car.  So that must have been nice for her, I still remember her name and  as far as I remember she was  the only member of the school staff who never seemed to drop anyone in the shit.  Even the domestic staff would have a go at that and more often than not  succeed. 

RUSSALINA

Apart from a bit of editing this is pretty much what was written, with a couple of pages left to work through. Unfortunately my handwriting is somewhat appalling and makes me cringe and squint when trying to decipher the squiggles.

I hope to write some more of this soon, though from a point it will have nothing to do with the original letter that incidentally was never posted.

RANDOM WONDERINGS

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So working at home has overtaken me and the upload device on the website has ground to a halt. I am unable to upload my painting of Betty Page with her breasts exposed, so I am drinking tea instead. Clicking on the reload button has of course taken things back to zero but I could do with a break from the art work thing. having thrashed out a ton of material yesterday, I think I am in need of a rest. That shall come later I have some more work to do first and training later. Then I shall sleep like a baby and for having done a good days work I shall sleep even more soundly. I do not know about other forms of employment and for that matter I do not really care, having decided long ago it is a pointless exercise wasting my time on other peoples shit, it never lasts for long and I only get depressed and somewhat suicidal. The very idea of slaving on the minimum for some other bastard fills me with a sense of horror, only exacerbated by the medication I am on which lists confusion,depression and aggression amongst the side effects . . Still I am glad to be near free of discomfort and this I imagine will only decrease as the dosage increases. Hopefully some day soon the doctors will be able to fix the thing completely. Only time will tell on that one.

BETTY PAGE

What else? Oh yes I went into town the other day, Saturday to be precise. It was as I thought it would be, a god damned awful experience, it started raining, parking was hideously expensive and is enough to deter me from going there again. looking at it, what is there I cannot get delivered to my door? In future I may just cycle in and get some exercise at the same time. I may just tolerate it that way and not want to top myself for living in such a shite city. Please do not come here, it is diabolically awful in any number of ways. The only saving grace is the nice buildings we have, not that you can really go into them. The custodians of the places are a bunch of fussy so and so’s, they do not like common riff raff entering their temples of learning. I cannot say blame them for being so. The buggers inside called students pay a fortune to learn shit in those places, they cannot have them being contaminated by the townies. The Dons would not like it very much either, the riff raff might drop cigarette butts on the ground and even belch or Dog forbid. Fart.

Sophia Loren in The Millionairess

This is of course all fantastical, all the above people fart, belch and the smokers amongst them drop ciggie butts on the floor they are human like the rest of us. Though saying that there is nothing wrong with having standards and good manners. Likewise there is nothing wrong with telling people you do not like to piss off , just do it as politely as possible. The weather has brightened up a little since I started writing so I am going to put some suitable clothes on and go plant the Foxgloves and those other things I have forgotten the name of. By the time that’s all done it will be time for lunch. The cats are currently fast asleep, kitchen noises will soon change that and it is predicted Ninja Cat will be down to investigate, scrounge and get in the way too. Otherwise life is pleasantly on the quiet side, I am able to get on with what I have to do, relax, if you can call it that, though this is the way I do relax. By doing things, being creative, productive and getting things out of the way that might otherwise bother my head unnecessarily.

Words and Pictures 2

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

This medication I am now on: I am not sure if I like it or really dislike it. It seems to have slowed me down immeasurably, concentration is more so my brain is somewhat numb and things inside are perhaps more distant. By that I mean the heart, the discomfort is still there but not nearly as pronounced. Sometimes I want to just say fuck it all and finish myself off but you you know something? Life is not like that, at least not here or right now. I have to piss a few more people off first and move all this artwork that has built up in the spare room. I may sell some of it. In the meantime I am putting it all online on various sites. It almost feels like depression, but without the inertia, that accompanies such. No black dogs either, just black cats. maybe it is having finally ditched mainstream employment, and handling the change that has caused this emotional state. Fuck knows! The state of the world, mid life crisis…Any number of different things, but most of all the medication, I think it is that, one quickly followed the other, actually they all came together. Too much to handle? No just enough, just let me process it all first. I have been to hell before and this is the ante chamber, I know where the exit is, up the backstairs and to pastures new. The last time me and the devil met, I grinned like an idiot and got out of there pdq.

I would be fucking slaughtered within half an hour if I was doing my old job now. These meds have slowed things down a degree or three, sorry if I drag on about the meds but they are ( I think) helping me get things done. maybe it is just the incentive to get things done and to keep doing things, making progress and moving forward. Someday all this shit will be over and we can dance again, not because the music is playing but because the nonsense is over and nobody listens to the bull crap anymore. At least I know now why I am shouty and want to thrash people, it is the medication not lunacy. Is there anything to temper this urge to kill people? I suppose alcohol might help as may weed, blitzen I have both at my disposal Fuck!, Arse, Bollocks! Piss! Where have the paintings of Glastonbury gone? Oh wait I have not checked under the sofa yet, I must make some tea. Found them in the bedroom cupboard along with a bunch of Pink Floyd memorabilia, maybe someone or somebody will buy it and help me clear some space here.

I won some lottery yesterday, clearly choosing my numbers is a better way forward than those lucky dips, do you remember the lucky dip at the fun fair? Putting your hand in a large bin full of small parcels and coming up with something, that promised to be either rubbish or clutter. I may head into town later on and go on a charity shop raid for nice books and that. There again, I may say stuff that idea, it is cold out, despite the sun shining and the meds are playing with my head. Maybe the fresh air will do me good, it certainly did last time before I started the meds. There is no harm in looking and there is usually fuck all to buy in town. It is totally gutted and devoid of any independent stores, the council have really ballsed up their ‘attempts’ at encouraging trade in Oxford. I hope they fall at the next election, we could be well rid of the socialists and their bent arsed agenda.

Distant rumblings

politics and religion

I went to the hospital a couple of days ago and got the diagnosis I was expecting, I am now on medication for this condition. Since this took place, the thing I have, has flared up. Did I do the right thing in going to the hospital? I think so, now I can work on restoring balance to the area, something That has been ongoing for a while now. It would be nice to see positive and long lasting changes to the whole thing. Just like it would be nice to positive and long lasting changes on the Western political scene, I do not like any of the current shower, they are sketchy in any number of areas, including basic biology. Mind you that is pare for the course, in a world where black is white and up is now down. Turn your television off and notice the difference it makes to your life. Above all don’t bother buying newspapers or watching the state broadcaster spouting it’s stuff. lots of people are suspicious of politicians and state media broad casters now, Just who is telling the truth, it is obvious who is telling the lies. They stand behind lecterns trying to assure the public that everything is ok and prices are not going up. Have you seen price increases where you live? Rest assured they are only going up. For the time being at least, please don’t blame Putin, that’s the job of the media. Some people might say it is climate change, question your political leaders first and if they don’t give you a straight answer throw eggs at the bastards. The price of them is going up as well, so make sure your aim is true. The price of things may come down at some point, just not now and for that matter not for a little while yet.

One day something beautiful will happen and all this nonsense will fall to the side. In the meantime it is important we sit back, say fuck it! and put the kettle on. Drinking tea helps with a multitude of different problems, it moistens our mouths, re-hydrates the organism and is refreshing or warming depending on the weather.tea is better than alcohol, does not make us into idiots and is better for the spirit alcohol on the other hand lowers our spirit and is of a generally lower vibration. Please make sure the tea bags are the compostable kind, either that or use tea leaves and chuck them straight in the compost bucket, they are better for the environment anyway.Another avenue to work has been closed off, but they did say come back later so I might. There again I may well keep looking for and simply doing my own thing. I do not like working for other people, or I might do if the employer was the right kind of person.

85 employers and counting, would you like to see my cv. Would you offer me a position if I applied to you with my current manuscript? I doubt it and that is why I have adjusted it to fit just the one page. Many employers pay next to fuck these days, barely enough to live on. Waiters, bar staff, cleaners, ware house staff all get sod all. Politicians of course get pay rises every year, it is one thing they all agree on and vote yes for. It is like criminals determining how long they ought to serve in prison before being released. Politicians are largely criminals, the only thing that differentiates them from the decent ones is, they wear suits. They make the bastards look respectable.

Mother Russia

art and culture, politics and religion

I have almost given up thinking about writing what I think about certain people, some of them are truly dreadful and ought not to be alive, let alone on this planet. To assuage my feelings about these people I am throwing myself into work and writing and wanking, well maybe not that. trust me these people are not worth wanking over, wankers yes,wanking no. I have a pleasant enough job that enables me to disappear and not speak to people for time on end, in other words it is almost ideal. I have peace and quiet, get plenty of exercise and have a decent employer who have an excellent staff restaurant which is a rarity these days and actually give a fuck for their employees. I have also it seems got rid of the two J’s. The older one i really ought to check in on again sometime, I like conversations and coffee in town with her, my ex as much as I loved her, we need to go our different ways, to preserve our sanity at the least, or mine cause at heart I am a selfish bastard. I look after my own shit first, then check on every one else. I will (maybe) call the MW later on and see how she is and if she would like to meet for caffeine and cake at the weekend. Or should I just say fuck it and do school work instead?

What else has been happening? It has been raining, bucket loads in fact, I am so glad to have decided to drive to work today, though it was more the fact my leg had packed up that decided that. Happily it is completely healed now and resting up nicely, waiting for its owner to stand up and start painting a portrait of a famous Nazi wife, this time Frau Lina Heydrich, Eva Braun is on the half way done list, not that I actually have a list just a pile of half finished work. Why Nazis? I hear you say, why not is my answer. What do you want me to do, a portrait of that senile git Biden? I might as well blow my nose and use the contents for that sadly my nose is snot free right now and shall start up again at work tomorrow. Biden is not worth a single drop of my snot, the very idea of painting him makes me feel ill, I would rather do something else.

Russia is not a communist state, Putin is not a communist, he may have served the state intelligence organ, so what which political leader of any merit has not, especially in Russia or the old USSR. Some idiots think he is a communist, Biden is a leftist, the media will not be telling you that, Biden also has lots to hide and desperately wants to win the next election. He will not. Until three weeks ago who could point out Ukraine on the map? Do you know the history of that country and its connection to Mother Russia? I do and studied it both at school and outside of that institution, I studied Russia through to higher certificate and continue to do so. Do not believe the lies being fed to you through the media, Ukraine has Nazi battalions in its army and Ultra nationalist thugs in positions of political power, their SS units were despised by their German counterparts in WW2 and noted as being ‘savages’ to prisoners: Jew and otherwise. Study history, realise the truth and turn off the television. Ukraine sold Mother Russia to the Nazi’s they are traitors and deserve to be treated as such. Without the great sacrifice made by Mother Russia in WW2 we would all be under the Nzi jack boot today… How does that make you feel?

black, cat, asleep, box, lazy,

Have a beautiful day today… and tomorrow.

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I was going to write a load of angry words about various people, they can fuck off, there are better nicer things to write about.

Spring has pretty much arrived and flowers are poking their noses through the soil, first among these are the Hyacinths, if you get a chance sniff them, they have the most fantastic fragrance. Turn off the television set, stop buying newspapers, unless to line the cat tray and pay more attention to the sounds of nature, spend time outdoors, go for walks in the park or cycle out somewhere clear your head and soak up some positive vibes. make a nice pot of tea and invite friends around to share, make sure you have cake or biscuits or make a nice meal, if possible make something vegetarian,it is more harmonious than eating slaughtered animals and there is quite enough violence in the world without adding to it. be thank full for what you have.

Love your neighbours even if you do despise them and cannot think of a polite word to say about them, they are human like you. Do something creative, work the garden and plant some seeds, watch them grow, plant vegetables, you can eat them later and they will taste delicious. be polite to your manager, they have shit going on as well and need a friendly smile just like we all do. Help the new girl/girl at work, you were in their shoes once. Use eco friendly house hold cleaning products, they smell nice and are better for Mother Earth and you. Give thanks to the creator for even the smallest things, some people have even less. Banish worrying from your daily activities, you do not get paid for it and it gives you wrinkles and upset bowels. Think of beautiful things and these will come to you. Give thanks at the beginning of the day and at its end and reap the rewards.

I will be posting some new artwork in the near future

Irma Grese, part one

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I am coming to the end of a cycle on one of my art projects, that of painting Nazi’s. I grew bored of doing the interminable paintings of nude or naked women and sought a change. I have a couple of portraits of Adolf Hitler and Heinrich Himmler on the go and several others of characters like Dorothea Binz, Luise Danz and Ilse Koch. I am working on some others including Irma Grese, The Beastess of Belsen, or The Beautiful Beast and numerous other monikers that people chose to remember her by.

there is a lot of talk about who Irma Grese was, what she did and the rest of it. Some of it, is factual, her father was an arse, her mother committed suicide after finding out about her husbands dalliances. She did not do well in school and was described as shy by her sister Helene. She later took work as a shop assistant, applied to become a nurse and eventually found herself ‘Although I protested against it’ Being sent to ravensbruck female concentration camp, where she trained to become an SS auxillary (Aufseherin) Eventually winding up at Auschwitz-Birkenau being finally captured by the British at Bergen Belsen upon the liberation of that camp. Her portrait will be forthcoming, as will another one portraying her in the film Passenger film (1963) by Andrzej Munk. The lead role, that of a female camp guard is played by Aleksandra Slaska. the film was left unfinished, Munk having died in 1961.

Irma Grese

As things are, I am having a little rest from that topic and working more on some pictures of various Domina’s, that and some work on paintings of the Holy Family. I may well be putting down a few ideas this evening onto paper, I need to replace the light house from a few years ago, as the original found a new home. This time it may go down on paper, I am not sure without looking if I have the canvas I want for it and there is plenty of paper so. Making life easier for yourself is not about being lazy, it is doing what is right for you. Finding nice things to do and doing what is right to help oneself progress in life. How many people stay all their working life with an employer they hate, in a job they detest and never fulfilling their true potential? At least they were consistent and did not manage to be sacked or leave after a few months.

I think I would be a good concentration camp guard, the idea of moving people around with a whip and a club sounds rather good fun. Especially if you have a grudge against those who have pissed you off, prevented you from fulfilling your dream. Then definitely so. Irma Grese was one of those people, she might have been an excellent nurse and certainly wanted to be so. She was also in the right or some may say wrong hands also turned into a brutal beast or at least that is what the history books tell us.

Not Irma Grese

I shall be posting the painted work as soon as it complete.