Consider this
What if the world was yours
And everything in it was a projection of your making
How would you feel?
The controlling part of you can only change it a bit
But the essence of you is responsible for everything in it
Try it
Tomorrow when you go outside look at each thing you see
and say to yourself
“I created that .. ”
Look at each living thing and say to yourself
“that is mine .. ”
You will find that peoples’ faces look familiar
You will feel more at home and above all
You will take more care of things
Because
Strange though it may seem
The world is yours
"COULD TRY HARDER" was the general consensus agreed by all my teachers
So . given the marvellous gift of life what do I do with it? .. I stroll along the beach and contemplate minor trivial things . not so much life in the fast lane as life on the hard shoulder .. I don't do much because I really don't want much . I think pretty thoughts and I have written two chaotic novels about NOT-GETTING-AROUND-TO-PAINTING and my journey into the colour blue . I live at an artist's pace and I am 100% of the opinion that art can not only save the human race but recycle it into something far nicer . If we could all just stop what we are doing for ten minutes ..
My ambition is to steal a million pounds from a major city bank armed only with a bunch of flowers .. not exactly top drawer material . your mum wouldn't like me
My other ambition is to throw a million pounds in cash off the top of a tall building .. your mum could stand at the bottom and maybe start to like me
A lot of men measure themselves by what they have managed to amass in their lifetime . I prefer to remember the things I have gotten rid of
So long as the message is a true vision . it matters not who delivers it
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
New Orleans Brass at the moment .. men who go out with a trumpet to make the price of dinner
Jay reportedly once asked her mother "How do you please a man?" . I have no idea what her response WAS but I have quite a good guess as to what it WASN'T
It wasn't "You feed him good and he always comes back" .. poor girl couldn't boil an egg to save her ass . so useless is she that her only option in life was to get a degree and become a teacher . Well she has taught me a couple of things . I can assure you of that
my woman lies on my bed . we are clean and civilised . I have known her some years . tonight was quietly good . we shared my studio and talked . laughed a little . drifted into our own worlds . I am grateful to have known love