Painting silhouette collarge 

Today me and my lil one are creating mixed media collarge using a number of art medias. I really enjoy being able to wake up and create whatever is possible.

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So my son is a 2-year-old and he is sooo forward in his concentration and creativity. I encourage this in him because the sky is not the limit and if he is interested in something that will not be detrimental to his health and good for his mind I will allow him to read to draw to pain to see graffiti or live arts. I feel that it is important the youth of today to have a broader mind, Especially now that technology and other things are replacing alot of traditional learning and games.

what obstecals do we face

what obstacles do you face?

we face things like self-doubt

self hate

we put words in our minds

and swear someone else has said it

we look into the mirror

and sigh each time coz that person

looking back is the only one

that can keep us down

I guess it’s when we can’t look into

our own reflection

well for me its familiarising

myself from the one I think I look like

from the inside or is it the other way around?

It’s the use of negative language that has become

so natural

it’s not being able to celebrate self in case others

feel away.

it’s saying sorry for your happiness as though it’s

a curse.

It’s building up imaginary blocks

imagining yourself climbing it

no Imagining yourself not climbing it

because you are far too afraid of falling

and having to get back up again.

my life right now 

So much has changed in life. Changes happen just as we speak. We loose cells that are being recreated we have breathed so many breaths we don’t even recognise.

We take in amazing amounts of information

But we are only trained to understand some.

We underevaluate pain and suffering

But it’s quite possible to die

Than to be cured because we have already given up in mind.

I’ve lost a few

Friends lost my first love

And that hurt me bad

But I got to see them again.

They never died

But my Nana died.

I never truly gave the thought to

Sayings because they had a depth

The depth I was in denial to.

They say you never know what you had

Until it’s gone.

Some come and go

And some never return.

Since the start of the year 

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.

 http://www.nae.org.uk/event/a-creative-gathering/465 

http://www.peckhamplatform.com/artists/barby-asante

gETTING ABIT jiggled up

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.

Floetry have been my go to soundtrack for my life since 2009,  they are like an Aunty you need to talk to. They talk to my mind and my heart and soul it’s the words and how they choose they tones of song. They be a therapy of sound when I’m losing grip of life and reality and I have just got to step back Watch “Floetry – Fantasize (Floetry Reunion Tour Philadelphia 7-26-15)” on YouTube

Looking at my reality 

I have engaged in Art projects around Nottingham and willing to push further out into the East Midlands region. My art form personally is poetry and jewellery design but I can see myself being more of a mixed visual experimental artist. I have a wider outstanding experience in the industry I have always wanted to be a part of. I have had academic set backs during school and college due to my dyslexia that was diagnosed in university and English and maths academia. If I was to go back through the system I would ask the teacher certain questions but I understand that they are working to live and the school is only standing on passing grades but most things they teach has nothing to do with life skills. Our kids bust their brains learning things that will never help them get a job or how to be confident. Children are taught how to be quite. For convenience of others. Children are not supposed to be that quiet. They are meant to be what their age is. They are quickly suppressed then we get suicidal, secretive angry teenagers who have been told to shut up and respect the orders. How are they supposed to repect when respect has not been shown. It’s frustrating that I feel a lot freer now. The people who have respect for me and my work or help I would never imagine in a hundred years. I believe that a child should grasp as much of the world as it’s mind can digest the school system does not make the minds eat real knowledge. It forces paper and rules down their mouth. Rules are OK as long as they don’t demean the person. 

Woman’s international day!!! 

That woman 

Who saw more pain

In the world than In

Herself 

That woman who tried to 

Fix back a broken vase

As a child because she did not 

Want a telling off

She wanted it to look perfect

She never knew that she would 

Become an anxious woman 

That just felt the need to fix everything around 

Her. 

She sought to fix people 

Even the ones who snapped her 

Like a pencil 

As fragile as she became to herself 

She still managed to be strong 

For others

She would splutt words of kindness 

Words of life

Spin up concoctions of teas and food

She would hold on to the wounds 

In the pits of hands

Clean up the very sick from 

The spew on your clothes 

Make sure you look presentable 

Her face didn’t scarn you once. 

They had stepped all over her good 

Nature created weeds in her garden 

And she created life with those weeds.