234 Exhibition

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All the arts make us look up to ourselves regarding an ego left over and above our spiritual sensory selfish intimacy that we want to reach out to the waters of images, words, tastes, sounds and smells to really feel the ripples of karmic healing. When we have been on sensory overload or in memory of past travel, romance, and parenting. When nothing is God and good enough to connect to, despite this fragment of polemical substance and hypocritical propaganda, as for the Sinicism in most people. Pop-art admittedly is the Spumante of easy drinking, but the Buena vista of a happy medium sets our lives in stone. Writing like any of the arts, sets me on fire in a hibernating sense, of the deep crevices of a mind that wants to learn how to be, (in the future), a good father, and a good friend in present – stet mode, and of the past, healed from mental drama.

In memory, the arts are a propitious, progenitor, moral, puritanical, prognostic, prophesy. They set the page alight in warfare of defeating evil and bringing good – finding the dark spirit next to them and executing it. Even when there is no inspiration there is an incessant deliverance to put a mark on the page and to decipher what is stuck inside, seeing dark and light. What the arts do is make you, and hold you up in your tracks, to comprehend another’s fragment as the missing piece of your whole puzzle; all the time, making more and more layers of complexity. The more provocative of sex, death & abuse, the more covalent with the sole suffering alone. On a positive, it will be a personal touch to change and emancipate out of old chains.

There are still today, phrases like, “kill it!”, “execute it!” left over from war-torn England during war after war, never mind our turbulent birth as a country of civil war. The end to war is to – “KILL-IT ON THE PAGE!”, to make art not war, however banded or dark, it tends to be a demeanour, as to how you came into this World. We all need, light and love, but forms of dependency today make a darkness or lightness to our temper, yet, without altercation. There is something to be said for children’s hearts, if they remain well, they will tend to be good. So, we owe a right of way to new forms of art making, including quintessential humour, and drama, nevertheless tragedy will creep in, but not something we want to dwell on for the sake of a manifestation of its very nature.

My art always put me up to a heightened Godly, personification, when I am merely mortal, and attune to feeling low when I lose a reach for eternal freedom on planet Earth. Perhaps, because so much feels unfinished, so many feel unturned, as the World gets closer and closer and refines itself as the man-made World it literally once was during Jesus’ time. But we go on conquering the World and ourselves, and finally make amends with our past, our valency to walk away, but never to forget the days we had. So, what is in this exhibition is a warm-hearted demonstration of an Untitled piece from which bubble ideas, to take you along your way, after all Art and it’s exhibition will only be purely autobiographical, until we are off the road of our personal history and jump into bed with the conceptualism of living and its thoroughly anonymous self.

Thanks be to God.

Amen

Love AB x