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…love of words

FOR THE LOVE OF WORDS

Back in the day

As they usually say

When push came to shove

A lark and a dove

But best of all please…

Can’t please! –

all the people – all of the time

I mean –

no I don’t mean to be mean

The main thing – if we get lost

Is to find in the lost and found

A half crown

Two and sixpence

It was once known as…

There once was Daz

Washing white as snow

Your ma’s and your da’s

As local colloquialism’s would go

Washed with their hands in the sink

They were sunk if they had no sink

But just think…

Washing machines were

New fangled gear – not everywhere

Everywhere and nowhere baby…

That’s where you’re at

All over the place

A confused confession of

The crazy-mixed-up-kid

Playing with words as I like to do

Hope I haven’t confused you?

Paint True

Musical Still Life – Acrylic – by Ken Riddles

PAINT TRUE

Most artists need an audience. Whether entertainers of whatever kind, or visual artists – all must (even reluctantly) admit they ‘do art’ for the eyes of others.

We tell ourselves we are being true to ourselves and (in the fine art genre) are only painting what we want to paint.

Now of course there is truth in this. Because if the artist him/herself doesn’t find any kind of fulfilment in what they do, then we can ask: ’what’s the point’? We therefore as a result – paint what we feel is a true expression of our own ‘vision’.

A graphic artist once referred to as a ‘commercial artist’ has however, to work to please the client.

So there is more to-ing and fro-ing of communication to ascertain if what is being created meets the criteria of the Client.

In this we have the artist using his creative ability to realise the clients ‘vision’.

We know there’s a whole history to how art has changed over the years, nay centuries, and what it’s raison d’être is – presently.

Originality has certainly climbed to the top of the list, of ‘must haves’ when art is judged today.

The enjoyable thing (for me anyway) about art is – there are no rules. There, I believe, should be moral censorship. But no rules in the sense that it’s an open field of endeavour.

There have been, and there are, so many schools of thought as to what art is and what it should be. All can’t be wrong and all can’t be right.

It is a very individual thing – to choose – what you think is good, bad or indifferent in art. That’s part of the freedom of art. 

At the end of the day – you ‘know what you like’ – right?

Because of technology and the digital age – art skills, have changed. But the basic ability to design is the one remaining factor that cannot change in visual art.

Drawing, and painting skills, have been superseded (to some degree anyway), by the digital means of producing fine or graphic art.

Sculpture cannot but be – hands on. It is not sculpture when on a screen, because of it’s inherent requirement for solidity.

But no sooner has a pronouncement like the above been made, when someone will contradict it and somehow a computer screen will find it’s way to being accepted in the world of sculpture.

And that’s how it should be. Art is always changing. But in another sense cannot escape being the same as it always has been.

I haven’t fully ‘sussed’ why artists feel the need of praise for their work. Certainly it may help.

Satisfaction at the end of the process of production, is one of the legitimate pleasures of life, enjoyed by the artist.

Sometimes that will have to do.

The Voice kids

THE VOICE KIDS

Those little children

Ages ranging up the scale

Stopping at – still children

They smile and engage

Opening their mouths

with such volume

Sweet sound – deep sounds –

super enhancement

What stars they are

Without being stars

Replacing the term star –

True star that’s what they are

Star-quality in character

They sing their heart out and

With tutoring – expand and grow

Bettering their craft so all will know

That they are all winners

And so it should be so

Been Everywhere 😎

BEEN EVERYWHERE

Of course there is always the alternative route

Don’t go – climb the stairs and go to bed

That’s the journey you can easily make

Too much trouble getting all worked up:

 

Bookings, and credit cards and online stuff

and packing and hairdressing and pets put in store

 

You didn’t want a holiday anyway – that’s for sure

Different climate to attack your skin

Street sellers hassling you ’til you give-in

 

Walking for miles – your poor sore feet

Different receptionists you have to greet

 

Restaurants to negotiate in another tongue

Waiting with unserved others

that you sit among

 

Why sightsee? – there’s always online videos

Sit with your feet up and a packet of Cheerios

 

Take it all in – from the comfort of your armchair

And afterwards boast of the fact

– ‘you have been everywhere’

Fry

Fry

Rustle up some grub

As hands are rubbed-in-friction together

Get the smell of bacon on the fry

Leave that window half-open

And let the draught enhance our smell

With it’s seasoning of quiet sigh

Set the table with fresh tablecloth

And make a good display

Cups and saucers, knives and forks

Sauce if you wish and pepper spray

Watch the gulping appreciation

Of you and I

Smiles and laughter at how we devour

What we have been waiting for at this hour