tolerance

Visualise this I'm what you could call a tolerant person,I check myself when a woman with a baby buggy ram raids my legs, I take deep breaths when some thoughtless individual loads their food onto the belt in the supermarket leaving me no room to load mine up because they have left their trolley alone side the belt so then I have to rush mine on!, but when it comes to the beauty challenged individuals and the brainless tittering drunken girlie's(next door relatives) who I might add can't walk in high heel shoes!,I know men who can do better!! who think that I need to listen to their humdrum voices proclaiming "ooh he's soo hot and she's such a tart,or lets do a txtathon? do I look nice in this"? eerrr NO! YOU LOOK FAT! THE MATERIALS STRAINING LETS LEAVE FAST YOUR ABOUT TO EXPLODE!!! yes I know i'm so tolerant and such a giving and loving individual!

Those giving times

Living in Chester ,which is mainly a tourist city,and a very cramped one at that!,you rarely see anyone walking around in cutting edge fashion. No dsquared, no Helmut Lang, no small glimpse of a McQ , the only visible fashion squad is the testosterone fuelled Topman contingent!..not that I'm complaining I'm hardly a wannabe Jeffree Star!..NO! I'm very happy with my Diesel/dsquared wardrobe thank you !!. What I do love is those Topman changing rooms where the carefree horny straight boys parade around half clothed un-aware of my appreciating eyes!!They are such giving guys those straight boys ;-)

OUTRAGE!

One Sunday morning I became overcome with the absolute desire to express my outrage at my rather fashion-less neighbours who appear to be devoid of any fashion, design and intellectual abilities! Their common behaviour is outstanding and they show no remorse at all,but really I started to video my statements as a reaction to the hanging garden of Babylon!! so named because the woman of the house had arranged five hanging baskets on one wall in a small backyard! this created a mass overdose of forms and totally looked pathetic!..How could she's do such a think and i'm ashamed to say she is a relative of mine!!!!!! :-0

paintings that influence me!

clipped from www.bloglines.com SOTHEBY’S NYC TO OFFER A MASTERPIECE BY JEAN-MICHEL BASQUIAT New York City – On May 15, 2007, Sotheby’s New York will offer a masterpiece by Jean-Michel Basquiat, painted in the seminal year of 1981.  Dazzling in its execution, Basquiat’s Untitled is an extraordinary work from the year when the artist first began to emerge as an enfant terrible of the downtown art scene in Manhattan.  The painting, the most important and desirable work by Basquiat to appear at auction in recent memory, was gifted to The Israel Museum, Jerusalem, in 1985 by Barbara and Eugene Schwartz, New York, and is one of two major Basquiats from this period in the Museum’s collection.  It is being sold by the Museum to create the Barbara and Eugene Schwartz Contemporary Art Acquisition Endowment Fund. It is estimated to sell for $6/8 million*.  Keep New: Posted on: Sat, Apr 14 2007 3:36 AM Email This Clip/Blog This

TOO MUCH

Well after not drinking for well…since xmas I had a very big drink on Saturday night and woke up soon after falling asleep to the feeling of sickness!!.. needless to say I rushed to the toilet only not in time to use the toilet bowl expertly and missing the opening occasionally covered myself and the walls with the contents of my stomach which by volume contained a lot of whisky and very little food!! To say I was ashamed would be an understatement and highlighted in the morning when to my horror the bathroom mat was missing!! I could not remember removing it or where I had put it so I had to hunt it out till I eventually discovered it in the wash basket looking decidedly messy! The whole incident leaves me feeling ashamed and foolish and propels me further towards a life changing decision!?

This is my latest photograph which I am really pleased with because of the colour and image relationship!

Life

I just wanted to use this blog to visualise what I am thinking at the moment, to try and understand my thoughts. It seems that just recently ..well since my father died from cancer that the disease has gradually invaded my family with a passion and relentlessly changed the volume and its order!. The last 18 months my uncle has died from stomach cancer a distant cousin also has died from a brain tumour, his wife simultaneously contracted breast cancer and at the present is undergoing chemotherapy and radiotherapy!…and now my auntie who at the age of 86 is worried that she may also have stomach cancer!. well is it no wonder I refuse to create a pension scheme for myself when the odds are really staked against me living over the age of 65! You would think that I'm a miserable sod!. No!. or a Hypochondriac and eternally pessimistic!.. Not in a million years I live life the way I want to and at every opportunity I use the time to create art and explore and learn everything that I can! I'm none judgemental and as easy going as I can be in this world! I am not a push over or easily fool by people! But I greatly love people who have creativity and positive energy and experience life to the full, after all we only have one life!

mat pic

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This is a song about Matthew Shephard which I think is particularly poetic and I just thought that I would post it for no other reason that it is fabulous!!

I had a friend I never met,
just a shadow in the night.
And he asked me, "Are you in or out;
and will you join the fight?"

So, I listened through my deafness
to the sweetness of his song.
When I turned around to answer him
I discovered he was gone.

ch.

But the song drifts along
on the soft Wyoming wind.
It's a lullabye of love and hope
and the courage to begin
that quest for understanding
in the darkness of our souls.
No, I won't forget that melody
on the soft Wyoming wind.

So I went back to the drawing board
with a modicum of shame.
Ripped the bandage off the sores
and administered the blame.

Yes, I've lived a lie of silence,
with a blind eye towards the proof.
And a fear of ever facing
what I knew to be the truth.

ch.

I have seen the face of hatred,
it wears a thousand different masks.
Heard the voice of the self-righteous
preaching prejudice as fact.

Will I ever find the courage
to live completely free?
You know you need a guiding spirit
to find some inner peace.

Sometimes when it's late at night
I can almost see my friend.
A gentle smile upon his face
where the bloody tears had been.

And he reaches out to comfort me
saying, "It will be alright."
And he beacons me to follow him
from the shadow to the light.

ch.

lyrics: Richard Webster
Music:Rick Sirota

African Queen

African Queen, originally uploaded by timslim1.

Feeling a little strange today maybe its because its now 3months since I had a drink!!