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.

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?

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.

Meghan Markles tears, Ex prince Harry’s DNA?

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Like many people I failed to see the interview with the ex prince (neither of his parents are ginger) and his Mrs. last night. This is not because I do not have a television, I just did not give a toss and had better stuff to do. Elsewhere some person dropped a gaffe and made a joke about a TV/TS people, dropping herself in the brown stuff at the same time. To save her wretched arse and her legions of fans, (probably) She wrote a long grovelling letter of apology that would not have looked out of place, from a politician after having been caught shagging his secretary. Finally and praise the lord indeed, Piers Morgan, has left his job, actually his presence on TV never bothered me cause I do not watch TV.

So what has happened these last days? I got my assignment back from uni. (Happy) and have bought a hedge cutting machine. (fun) The warm weather and sunshine have brought out the gardener in me and the joy of putting seeds into pots and weeding flower beds has been rekindled. The hazards of making bonfires in wheel barrows shall be recalled in the next couple of days or so. Then … Who knows? probably school work to be honest, then something else. I am just glad, that I have better things to occupy my mind than buying newspapers and listening to the incessant noise of the TV box. Which makes me ask another question, Just what is this obsession people have with celebrities?

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I should like to write more on this sub species of Homo Sapiens at a later date, right now I have some rubbish to put in the bin.

Moby Dick is Feeling Sick and Captain Kirk Is A Silly Berk

art and culture, Autobiographical

If it’s not one thing, then it’s invariably something else and if it’s not that. Inevitably it shall be another thing.

I am of course, though that may be not totally clear, speaking about something that has recently happened. Something that is an all too common theme, in my efforts, to find sustainable employment and has actually done me a bit of a favour. I do not mind hard work and you can throw any amount of it at me and I shall get it done. Try me on this one, but please appreciate I am a little Mutton Jeff because of that. The employer liked me, said I worked like a Demon (my words) and could not fault me except for… In all honesty, face masks, plastic apron’s and gloves made me sweat like a racehorse and being unpleasantly damp the whole shift, was not a great feeling. In letting me go, they kind of did me a favour. I am now free to go back to studying, writing and looking after J who is still feeling Jack and Jill. The office still like me and shall let me know, soon as they find a suitable position for me to fill.

Star Trek': Captain Kirk's alien loves
Work

Our youngest, Foxton, has been spending inordinate amounts of time away from home visiting with other people and neglecting his own family. because of this and other undesirable mannerisms he has picked up, he is now grounded for the foreseeable future until he corrects these faults and remembers the way he was raised. J and I have expressed our displeasure in no uncertain way, with his Aunty and Nuncle also agreeing to provide a guiding paw in matters of domestic decorum. I only hope, that whoever he has been going to visit, soon realises the roof is not leaking, nor did they spill their cup of tea. (Again)

Postman Pat Official - YouTube
A cat
Melville's Whale Was a Warning We Failed to Heed - The New York Times
Moby Dick

J and I will soon be celebrating our second Thanksgiving together, by eating loads, drinking like Fish and having a jolly good time. Up until yesterday, we were both a little concerned about our plans for this holiday, what with work and stuff. It would appear having a loud voice has it’s advantages; Being able to make yourself heard in noisy places and enjoying quality time with your loved ones being just two of them. In case you were wondering Foxton is a postman pat and I am done with Captain Kirking, at least for today, unless it involves stuff around the Rat and Mouse and J still feels Moby Dick. If you don’t have a Scooby doo what I am speaking about, then I suggest you take a butchers hook here.

STINGING NETTLES, LEONARDO AND JEFF BEZOS

art and culture, politics and religion

Yesterday I started writing a blog, This morning I dismantled and erased it. I thought it was crap! Today I am going to paint more and write about something else, other than stuff that is going down at home. Though that shall be sneaked in at points as well. It is more than anything, deciding what to write about, indecision perhaps being most relevant right now. I have been thinking about making Stinging Nettle beer, does anybody have a clue what 800 grams of those things looks like? Neither do I. I spent yesterday evening painting some landscapes and getting new ideas down on paper at least, the next days, even today I will be doing something more constructive and bringing these ideas into the light. Looking for work though not so enjoyable is also necessary.

Stinging Nettle - The Permaculture Research Institute

The thing about being an artist, it is quite easy to compare yourself to those who have gone before. The leonardo’s, van Goghs and others and thinking to yourself” why do I even bother? I can never be as good as those guys.” Actually I am not a great fan of that Leonardo man, but anyway if we can compare ourselves to other people we get nowhere in our own journey. We each have our own style of thinking, of working and speaking and this is something we ought to remember. We can study how Vincent painted, we can study leonardo and his stuff, we can learn maybe even copy but you/we cannot be that person. EVER! Or anyone else for that matter.

MONETARY SYMBOLS IN PLACE OF A PICTURE OF DOLLAR BILLS

Being grateful for what you have, is a far better stance than being miserable for what you do not have. You wanna be as rich as that Bezos man? Good ,you get the stupidly long hours and ridiculous amounts of responsibility as well. Just think about how far he can fall, and how far you can fall. Many of us want to be wealthy and like the idea of having lots of money, some of us even grizzle about how we need so much more. We make ourselves poor, just by thinking like that. Other people complain how Bezos does not pay enough tax etc he is so wealthy that he can currently give every many, woman and child on the planet $26.23 dollars (Increasing daily) which for many is next to bugger all. Now imagine the day when he can give all those people, you and me included $5,000 or more. That day is fast approaching, now imagine Bill Gates and et al all doing the same, will you be complaining then? I don’t think so and if you are, then you ought give it back to them, cause it will be wasted on you.

Old Samuel’s Whiskers

art and culture, Autobiographical, politics and religion

I learnt a terrible lesson last night, never buy bottom shelf whiskey no matter how much you need a drink. Even though it did the job it has left a ghastly hollow place in my stomach this morning. Product of the USA, blended and Bottled in The Netherlands. If I had seen the last bit I would not have touched it. The best thing for this stuff is to rub it on aching joints or wiping clean woodwork. Drink tea instead. Dutch whiskey, yuck! never again. Best cure for the morning after? loud music, food and coffee. Writing about it is optional and lets the world know you are as flawed as the rest.

Samuel Whiskers | Villains Wiki | Fandom
Samuel Whiskers as portrayed by Beatrix Potter

I grew up on a diet of Beatrix Potter stories and always found the imagery of Tom Kitten with his head and tail sticking out of a pudding one of the most fascinating things going. My young mind probably never considered the fact, the rats were more than likely going to do some cooking in the very near future. I guess this tale could be turned on its head from being a tale about The perils of childhood misbehaviour and re-issued as a warning against eating strange and unwholesome foods, though wasn’t that more to do with Bats? Eating rats is pretty gross too, being a vegetarian, I would never eat one and I tend to wash vegetables before proceeding to cook or eat them. You never know what might have crawled over them or even worse pissed.

Other news, I could write a ton of invective about a certain online travel company, but I am not. Just be careful about whom you book your holidays with. Have you noticed something about politicians? When their lips move, they start lying I think it must be a reflex action they cannot help. Have you also noticed that the news is guaranteed to be about death, doom and disaster, every bloody time. War, famine, Death, Covid…

Is it any wonder watching that shit gives people a head ache and makes them sick. If you want to know what is going on in the world, look outside your day and listen to the birds singing, watch the Squirrel as he collects his winter store, Speak to your cat (Or Dog) they will tell you the truth (That of unremitting love) no matter what goes down. If you happen to buy newspapers, use them for keeping the floor clean when decorating, or help in starting bonfires for Autumn leaves and other garden debris. If that is not your thing, you could pretend to be an artist, cut bits of them out and make a collage of some sort. Otherwise save your money and pinch your neighbours one after they have thrown it in the recycling bin.

Watching Magpies

art and culture, Autobiographical

I got home from London at about 12:25 today bang on time and just as the SatNav predicted. It would have been a little earlier if I had not stopped off for some Banana’s at the store. Yesterday’s party was laid back and thoroughly enjoyable, the food was delicious, I ate plentifully and had a drink or three as well.

As I came around the corner from home, there was a Tiding of four Magpies on the verge, actually one had just flown off so I guess that ought to be three Magpies, but still a Tiding of. There are some people in the world who count their blessings by these bird’s and there is an old poem that gives those seeking their future in the following lines:

One for sorrow Two for joy Three for a girl Four for a boy Five for silver Six for gold Seven for a secret, never to be told Eight for a wish Nine for a kiss Ten for a bird you must not miss.

Whether there is any truth in this rhyme is of course a matter of conjecture and the origins of it are probably lost in the mists of time somewhere. I am not counting those birds anymore, they have all flown but I do have one that parades up and down on the verge outside my window here, where I am writing. He/She is magnificent in the their Black and White Plumage and seems to own this small patch of England, just like the Human Being sat watching it.

Magpie | Bird Identification Guide | Bird Spot

One imagines this one has taken over from the previous incumbent who met a sorry end at the hands of one of the local cats, maybe my Mr. Fox who also has resplendent Black and White plumage. This last one lasted a couple of weeks, after breaking it’s wing resisting any attempt to capture it and take it to a vet. Who to be honest would have completed what the cat failed in doing.

After a loud evening of listening to a lot of Latin Beat music last night, I am resting my ears with a spot of Opera this evening and some of it has been shall I say moving, emotional and delightful to listen to so much so as to want to share it here. I hope whoever listens to it enjoys as much as I have.

I used to have this poster in my dormitory cubicle at school.

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Why do I get these mad ideas into my head and work on them as if nothing else matters?

Why don’t I trust politicians or believe in priest’s?

Why do I like porn and why don’t I ditch it by the wayside? Why don’t I ditch alcohol (again) and leave that by the roadside too?

Why does long term employment evade me and why don’t I like employers?

Why is it I see through their shit and then tell them about it?

 

Why don’t I watch the news and buy their newspapers?

Why don’t I grow up and stop belching and finding toilet jokes funny?

Why don’t I stop farting, or can I even stop farting?

Why can’t I have something more simple than ADHD, why or why oh why do I have so much energy?

Why don’t I appreciate that ‘awful’ school my parents sent me too?

Why did those policemen let me go?

Why did that fool eat that bat?

Why is Donald Trump still alive? Why do they both have stupid looking hair?

Why does Jackie have a sn***le? and Why oh why have the owners of this web platform changed the layout and the way it all works? (WANKERS)

Why am I writing this shit? Why am I calling this SHIT shit?

 

 

 

 

 

I was looking for a job and I lost a job.

art and culture, Autobiographical

And heaven knows I am not miserable now.  (Apologies to Morrissey)

Did I mention, I do not have a job anymore? It is nothing unusual, the workplace and I do not seem to get along very well. Indeed the longest time I have held a job down for is a little over two years. At a rough reckoning I would say the average length of time between starting and finishing is 3-4 months.  The longer lasting ones push the average up, the rest of them, bring it back down. I am best off being self employed, be my own manager. That way I can hardly sack myself, if I were to do so, I could be reinstated the next morning, or the same day. Who knows?

I am done with food, making it,selling it or having anything to do with it. (Apart from  eating it) and  most things retail can F**K OFF.  I am considering sales (of what) and want to be an artist.  I can honestly say not much else interests me. Give me something creative and worthwhile to do, a decent salary would help.

Not being in work, provides me with lots more time to study and paint. This I have to say is the best thing about being ‘unemployed’

Triphammer falls, NY state USA

Oils on paper 2019-2020

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OIl on paper 2020. Model unknown