Exploring Colour/Expression as colour/Colour as Freedom.....31.12.18

there is no such thing as true colour. Only an interpretation of a thing which gives us a feeling. this is true: interpretation. Reaction to the subject of the eye. We get a feeling. To say that this feeling is the same as anothers' is a contradiction. This feeling is wholly unique though it may have similarities to the feeler, to the individual. The feeling can have a limit or it can be the beginning of something. The colour triggers the feeling, takes the step in a journey, the individual seeks. To say this colour is true.....i just want to convey the colour as a vehicle to produce a reaction though i will never know what the reaction is. But i put it out there. Knowing one thing is opening up an infinity of things related to that thing. Everything is nothing because we cannot fathom it. An infinity of a limit discovers myself, and i am much happier exploring that. My limits though infinite relate. This conveys me. An infinity of possibilities of which i will know nothing but this is everything to me. So what is colour? Infinity in a brushstroke, an eye of reflection, a form of an illusion, the beginning of a person, the end of nothing, a life of living. The colour gives this to the viewer: he becomes as he views it. 

In many respects the colour changes, the interpretation moves, as the colour does it's work. It has meaning in it's suggesting, at it's hinting and the colour of the personality comes forth. Colour as conveyed meaning as internal understanding as ideas of suggesting. suggesting of what? Of the moment in which we decide. We do not need Art and specifically painting to portray form in order to convey the above, colour does this on it's own. So how does one explore colour? by feeling it and by conveying the emotional intention within it. Expression as colour exists as an idea of feeling, of feeling another and reacting to that. We exist under a colour of interpretation: infinitely limitless but similar enough to recognise the colours we become. Become a colour of freedom!

22.12.18...

My dream of today is my idea of tomorrow

: U. Oil on Card. A1 594 x 841mm

: Do!. Oil on Card. A2 420 x 594mm

 :Grew. End. Before. You. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm

: Transient. Pencil on Paper. A3 297 x 420mm

Manufactured Identity.  30.11.18

A person is a Manufactured idea of what a person is, not at a benefit of the person but of a benefit to the person who makes money from it. Identity is not human when it is manufactured by the Machine. It is not of a benefit to you it is a benefit to the money. Not human, “a thing”. Not what is best for you, what is best for a “buck”. You are being used and misled. Do you subscribe? Or do you revolt? If you are a manufactured idea of what a person should be, does that make you real? You are being exploited. And this exploitation has been normalised. Capitalism is out of control; you are being sold a model of what a person is. And this goes against everything that a person really is: Unique. Human. You. Imagine a place where a person, like you, is created. Run off a production line. Individuality is something we can buy. This type of label, this type of man, this type of woman. I feel sad for those who identify with the Machine fed “individuality” (registered trade mark) in today’s society ,who are that man in the advert (as if individuality is something which can be bought, It has to be achieved people(as you know)). The manufactured, profit driven idea of what a man is, is in actual fact me. You see? As if that model is what makes one unique or true or me. Do we need someone to tell us? ( I won’t get into self-discovery at the moment). When in actual fact they are straight from the production line, straight is the new grey, they control humanity this way. Can you see the danger?  Where do we go as a race, as a species, as individuals? Where what is acceptable is forged, and forged it is: we are allowing money to shape our human nature, how we interact, how we see others, when it should be the other way around.  And the lie is getting out of control. Have you noticed?  We are allowing what it is to be human to be fed to us, it is branded and profit driven. Destroying individuality with the pronunciation of a label, which is supposed catogorise who I am? I am transformed from “who I am” to “what I am”. This creates a false sense of who we are and it divides us. Creating categories which oppose and mentally objectifying a person as a type. Take religion for example.  It states what I am and we conform to the ideals which seem shinier, more attractive. I am a man and I must act this way because this fabrication of a man in an advert  has a six pack and gets the girl or is attractive. Lame metaphor, I know, but I can never be this “thing” in reality. Here’s a shinier truth:  My constant striving to be this ideal leads to dissatisfaction. A new ideal will come out in an advert and if I just spend this I will become closer to achieving my production line ideal of this person type.  In reality, conveniently packaged Robots of the Machine, We people are told what a person is instead of discovering what one truly is, instead of finding out who we are, we are being turned away from relationships toward materialism. We are chasing empty financially driven ideals which set out our perimeters of existence, never achievable operations of exploitation, not free self-discovery; We sign away our individuality with a cheque . We are being played Brothers and Sisters, and we don’t get to choose the game, rules, or location. Let alone when to play it.  Where do we fit?  We need to make this process easier. Just Do It.  J

Dissatisfied with the Machine?  29/11/18

The truth is you'll never be satisfied with life if you buy what they sell. Filling you full of empty promises "if you buy this....” Where can we find satisfaction in our time? From a shop? Look deeper; try not to take the bait. I went to a lecture recently... where an idea of another future was envisaged. Do you find yourself dissatisfied with the machine? What really makes you happy? What is it that gives you satisfaction? Do you need that aftershave? We really need some change, one which caters for the Being we are, not about making profit from us, conning us by exploiting our basic human needs. What kind of future is this? One in which we are united against the machine, expressing our dissatisfaction, where we care about our own well-being over what type of trainers we wear. Be part of the change. Look outside the box, promote your well-being and satisfy your human soul. Care not about labels and remain free out with the confines created by the machine. i walk with you Brothers and Sisters. Through the night into a new dawn I promise there is a better way. One where we are catered for, nurtured, loved for who we are not “what we are”. Where my factory made insecurities are not exploited for financial gain, where people are people and not a means to making profit. I want to exist where my very Being is not seen as a way of making money, where my human soul is not targeted, filling me with false ideals to make me a consumer, an activity from which, essentially I will never get to know my real self. This is the danger, where we are fed so much shit that we don’t know who the fuck we really are. Where worshiping false Gods creates an inhuman race of selfish emptiness. Dissatisfied with the machine? Yes I fucking am! Ever watch a programme of a love story? You are being fed “This is what love is”. And if you don’t conform to that version of Love, then you are not “in Love”. Apply that to everything you see on TV. You will see that you are being spoon fed an identity, your identity, which is not your own. It is created by a guy who wants to make money. You are no longer you, the natural you you are. You are false ideals, false identity, false view of the world, no longer aware of who we really are, and of what matters to humans. This is out of control. Money led exploitation. And it’s not good for the human race. Don’t be who they tell you to be. Look inside and join me on the plateau. Looking into the sun cast shadow of yesterday. Hope for change no longer. BE THE CHANGE