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.
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 obstacles do you face?
we face things like self-doubt
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
it’s not being able to celebrate self in case others
it’s saying sorry for your happiness as though it’s
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.
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.
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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.
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.
Who saw more pain
In the world than In
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
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
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.