I have been rubbing shoulders with like awesome amazing people. I’m not one to boast but when it’s over I can and will. So I took part in a commission research programme and event exhibition on the black arts movement based in the UK. This was led by Barbe Asante a artist Educator and curator. To be able to be apart of something exciting for me I am a humble modest person but fully take the opportunities available to me serious. Working with Barby was very interesting as the knowledge she had and how she listened to us and how we learnt new skills made me take myself a little more serious.
Its abit okey dokey ish about things like were the head at does it, listen really?
Do you always listen to yourself? or do you get trapped into putting more information on top of what you are supposed to, like second guessing, Well my hands are up I always do this its like the glass is never full, with more things to do and my head feels like a chicken on the chicken run going to school to pick up her kids, JOKes aside,
Its for real tho we live in a society where material things are like the best thing, It really isnt but for me making material things is like winning the lottery I am soo proud of myself like did these hands of mine create something that just popped into my mind and wallaaaa its there . Yano its never enough sometimes. Like to be able to want material things now and turn off the fact that I could am willing to make a life career for me and my son or do I just sit there on Facebook. Watching those loved up and making things for themselves. And then I get a click like who am I kidding am I really going to watch people that seem to be rich in the hand and maybe not as rich in the mind, I guess it’s twooo completely different, I mean who I am is who I am born to be, Its like you see those that have a made life for them. uno married kids, driving and now owns a house, the same ones that you grew up with and them you once shared food with, Don’t seem to want to give you a lift up. They cannot offer you a phone call a lift up. And then I get another moment it told me that okay do you really want these people to lift you up?
that is something you must ask yourself, we could and I could sit here watching my phone and nothing coming through. Or I could sit at my desk throwing out some designs and creating art writing on my blog, And think of games to play and outings for my son. Sometimes lonely times make you feel like the outcast or the child in primary school that all of a sudden has a lurgy bug and they want to run away from you, Or they want to just visit you to say what they have. yeeha aaa. It’s all hormonal and it will pass for tomorrow. Its like this you are either privileged with it all or privileged with nothing.