Friday, 30 October 2009

A Silver Lining.

I woke up today with this song in my head and thought it was relevant on my current mood. And hope this makes you smile. For my guy Bren, I love you.

Friday, 23 October 2009

Four Minutes And Ten Seconds You will never get back.


Well after picking myself up from the floor, and wiped away the laughung tears, I have made it to the computer. Well Adam Lambert has channeled Diane Warren via Alain Johannes and Natasha Shneider for this over the top wail fest. I was pretty let down by Mister Sisters video debut. Where those stupid outfits he foisted on us during American Idol? Meatloaf it ain't. Toned down guyliner and a more subdued look for Prissy Missy, he comes across like one of those dorks from Matchbox 50 something. Oh You know, those bullshit bands they have on the hills that people are supposed to say sound cool. What I found funny was people running away from him while his shrill voice wailed , as looking for a hasty exit to get away fromt that voice.

Looks like they pulled an Ann Wilson or Paula Abdul and stretched his ass in the video. Sho nuff Columbia Pictures has alot of fucking money riding on his ass. But was this it? Why do these movies always seem to have some sort of hokey fruity OTT power ballad, it kinda comes across as propaganda to me. European movies never come up with this drivel, but Americans lean into that shit and lap it up. Why I will never know. These type of movies are nothing more than the equivalent to a shiny red convertable car thats not really gas efficient. All show no substance. Mr. Lambert, Aerosmith called they said close but no cigar. Spliced with heavy promotion of the film 2012, this is really not a great start for Lambert. Thats why I think his look was watered down to please the fat cats over at the Studio as to not draw any attention from his shiney other outfits.

Although it is impressive how a ham can stay unroasted under all those hot lights. Judge for yourself.

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Fat-a-Phobic Or Just Transference?

Since last weeks issue of the passing of Stephen Gately, there has been a barrage of controversy since one woman wrote an opinion on the matter of the ex boy band backup singer. I myself have never been a fan of this Boyzone. Why? Well, because their music made my toes curl and gave me the desire to want to drive an ice pick into my ears at the sheer tone of their music. Needless to say I didn't hold it against them personally, as they were just doing their job singing to screaming girls and boy creaming in their manties. Yet I wasn't prepared for the shit that one stupid bitch concocted. I mean,really. What the fuck was she smoking? Must have been a new kind of crack mixed with plant food, sprinkled with shit. The dumb bitch writes:

"Something is terribly wrong with the way this incident has been shaped and spun into nothing more than an unfortunate mishap on a holiday weekend, like a broken teacup in the rented cottage. Consider the way it has been largely reported, as if Gately had gently keeled over at the age of 90 in the grounds of the Bide-a-Wee rest home while hoeing the sweet pea patch. The sugar coating on this fatality is so saccharine-thick that it obscures whatever bitter truth lies beneath. Healthy and fit 33-year-old men do not just climb into their pyjamas and go to sleep on the sofa, never to wake up again. Whatever the cause of death is, it is not, by any yardstick, a natural one. Let us be absolutely clear about this. All that has been established so far is that Stephen Gately was not murdered. And I think if we are going to be honest, we would have to admit that the circumstances surrounding his death are more than a little sleazy. After a night of clubbing, Cowles and Gately took a young Bulgarian man back to their apartment. It is not disrespectful to assume that a game of canasta with 25-year-old Georgi Dochev was not what was on the cards. Cowles and Dochev went to the bedroom together while Stephen remained alone in the living room. What happened before they parted is known only to the two men still alive. What happened afterwards is anyone's guess."

And finally:

"Another real sadness about Gately's death is that it strikes another blow to the happy-ever-after myth of civil partnerships. Gay activists are always calling for tolerance and understanding about same-sex relationships, arguing that they are just the same as heterosexual marriages. Not everyone, they say, is like George Michael. Of course, in many cases this may be true. Yet the recent death of Kevin McGee, the former husband of Little Britain star Matt Lucas, and now the dubious events of Gately's last night raise troubling questions about what happened. It is important that the truth comes out about the exact circumstances of his strange and lonely death. As a gay rights champion, I am sure he would want to set an example to any impressionable young men who may want to emulate what they might see as his glamorous routine. For once again, under the carapace of glittering, hedonistic celebrity, the ooze of a very different and more dangerous lifestyle has seeped out for all to see."

WHAT THE FUCK IS HER PROBLEM? Did she miss a meal? What a fucking retarded whore. Seriously where does this shit stain get off. Oh yeah, it's so easy to make judgements based on shit you don't know. I could say that she might sound like and activist of some sort, but judging by the picture? Well, I got news for you toots, not active enough. So have another Krispy Kreme cheese burger and build up your strength. Seriously, reading this article was sickening to me in many ways. One because that fat bitch comes across more sanctimonious than a right wing republican at gay bath house. Two, where does she get off comparing the sudden death of someone's relationship and (that was later deemed "Of Natural Causes"), to "the Happily Ever After Gay Marriage Myth". So I suppose that all straight people whom find them selves married really know what makes a relationship work. She makes it sound as if all gay men whom are partnered sound like this.

George Michael-Are you fucking kidding me, The dude falls asleep at the wheel while cruising god knows where, stoned out of his gored. Like he's a prime example of gayness. Bitch probably has his own parking space at Hampstead Heath.
Kevin McGee-The ex lover of Little Britain's Matt Lucas whom committed suicide and dealing with a drug habit that spun out of control. A point that is still a sore and tender spot to the comedy actor himself.
Then Gately's partner-whom she implies, invited a third party over to their holiday apartment to partake in a little slap and tickle, while the deceased lay gurgling to death on the couch dying a lonely death in his final moments.

Seriously there is something to be said for tact diplomacy and timing. The guy wasn't even in the ground yet and this bitch just couldn't resist. At present the Press Complaints Commission have received over 20,000 complaints since the publishing of this drivel. Chain Giant Marks and Spencer's has asked that their ads be pulled from the red top web sites. Still homegirl doesn't think her article is homophobic and she is the target of a new internet blitz smear campaign. Well, if your ass is wide enough, bend over honey.

You can lodge your complaint with the commission here.

I honestly think this broad should take a long hard look at her own life and relationship, before she starts spewing any kind of thoughts on other peoples private lives. Especially when she's shovelling in that third slice of cake down her guff. Hey babe, its food not love. Just because her shit may not be all there, this is still no reason to make ill with someone whom has recently died. She hasn't taken into account this persons family, friends or even the others she wrote about whom are still bruised from the events that have happened in their lives. I should also point out that this bitch is a restaurant reviewer, shocking.

Thursday, 15 October 2009

The Secrets Of Bees

for a while now I have have been fascinated with the art of beekeeping. Reading whatever I can get my hands on and the understanding of the craft. Beekeeping is something that is shrouded in a sort of mystic and historical secrecy. It was a few years ago that I saw a feature done on a kid whom had bee hives on his roof in Hackney, that gave me an idea. I am always having taggers and trespassers upon the roof of my building and though that keeping bees one one way to keep those fuckers off my roof. Learning the art of beekeeping is alot like tattooing, very hard to get into and extremely tricky. Yet I am someone whom always insists on preserverence thought this would be a nice change for me to take. I help the envrionment. I am less likely to get hayfever from my produce and the secrecy of bees is something that I think is quite magical.

Watching a documentary the other noght on the dwindling population of the honeybee, I was shocked. The number of beekeepers in the US was dwindling to an alarmong rate along with the honey bee themselves. As I may be a hot head I care a great deal about our planet, even though I think the human race sucks at time. But nature it's self is an awesome machine. Watching this documetary made me wonder why beekeepers were transporting bees croos the US for of all things Almond farming. It is a recomended watch for anyone. So the next time you see me and say I have a bee in my bonnet. Hell yeah, and I swarm of bees too.

In the US the honey bee stands to be extinct by the year 2035 at the rate its going. So with global warming and pesticides, mytes and other crap thrown in, something needs to be done. But this would affect the US food supply as well as the ecosystem. Some beekepers are loosing 30 to 90 percent of their colonies, and the fall out puts a strangle hold on farming and the agricultural sector. Colony Collapse Disorder is something that has scientist scratching their heads for a number of reaseons in the US. As bee keeping in small numbers becomes the new rock and roll, to help pollination, I can only hope that there is a small glimmer of hope. That is if we all do our part in some small way.

Wednesday, 14 October 2009

Bro's before Hoe's. The Perusit Of Bromance!

Attention people, there is some startling news. Gays are no longer a threat to straight men, and this come come as a shock but never actually were. According to some dimwits, straight males can now engage in casual homosexual practice and not be thought of as gay. By practice, I mean blow jobs, wear pink, have threesomes with men and woman, etc. etc. Now this may make you clutch your pearls and do the gay gasp. I'm thinking, what fucking planet have these people been living on? According to one Dan Savage, and some other moron who's on The Real Gilligan's Island via VIce, staright guys can do the same stuff that was normally cansidered gay. Ok, yes they are entitled to their opinion, but come on. Have these two ever heard of the Kinsey Report? The scale of human sexuality? This is not shocking news. So before some of you start to make your way to the nearest sports bar trying to cruise a straight guy or throw away your scented candles. You should be clued up on a few things.

Straight men in sports, slap each others asses, rub each other's heads yes, but it's nothing like the shit that goes on in HARD ON on a saturday night.
Now the Merosexual is made it's way out of the straight closet. If there is such a thing. Here's a list of what "Today’s Men" can do:
1) Wear pink.- Big whoop, considering Anna Wintour thinks Pink is so over. Straight men can have it. Kinda like wearing white after Labour Day.
2) Use facial products and encourage moisturising. - That's because real gay men prefer the richest, most potent moisturizer there is known to man. High and protien and pure genetic DNA, that usually involves blowing a bar full of patrons and a Bukaake style facial masque in a dark room or alley.
3) Use “man bags”, which over the years have gone from one-strap backpacks to basically purses.- A purse is a purse, regardless if that bullshit Christian Audiger motherfucker plasters a tattoo on it. Me I carry a back pack. So now you have dudes walking around with purses that rival than the one my mother carried around when I was a kid.
4) Go on “man dates” where they go to dinner and a movie with a friend; they can now sit next to that friend too!- The Hell you say? I take it this guy who said this must have not had many friends, let alone straight ones.
5) Men are allowed to cry.- Sure as long as it isn't to Bambi, a Celine Dion album, or Yentle!
6) They are allowed to actually say to each other, “I love you, man.”-As opposed to Yeah man, I love that big fat cock in my ass! Deeper fucker, that's it! Yeaeahhh!
7) In youth circles, they are allowed to kiss each other in the way I described._-One word, Europe!
8) They are allowed to do threesomes – two guys and a girl – where there is interaction between the guys. These are very common among university men. - See number Six. I have had threesomes with men and woman, although I played in the minors I actually never went pro. So lest we forget that we have been watching straight porn where two men fuck a girl for like the last, oh what 40 years. Come out from under your rock you nit wit. Stop fantasizing and just get on with it.
9) Straight men can give each other blow jobs. - Ok, straight men don't go around thinking they'ld like to tap that, and In my expierience of blowing a straight guys, a six pack of beer was involved. Followed by a freak out and relocation of zip or postal code.

True the times are a changing but as most gay men try and achieve hyper masculinity or the ideal form of butchnes., Most straight men whom are comfortable in their own skin and sexuality don't see the need to validate whom they simply cause tey tried something a few times. This also goes for women. A friend once told me she experimented with girls but she missed the "Ummmm!" in the playing around. I leaning in and said, me too. Emo boys have the trend of kissing each other and I thnk they just look like two pussy's licking each others minge, not sexy!. I have straight make friends whom I can hang out with but I don't feel the needt to pat their asses, cup their balss or even try and sleep with them. As I have my partner, he is my number one, and sometimes make him kiss me more than he wants to. But I am retarded for tge guy. But my stright friends although very handsome, I just don't see them that way nor think of themlike that, nor want too. Fantasy to most gay porn fodder, but reality is always a far cry from the fantasy. Have I had sex a with a few straight men, yes. Did I enjoy it? It was ok. It's not in my top ten, and have even kissed a few straight friends both men and woman, yes with tongue, but again nothing. I made a joke about going down a a few girls to my straight male friends, that it was kinda like rimming a guy. They laughed and thought it was gross. Kinda like chicken but smells pretty, which is a trun off to me.
So like the song goes, don't go chasing water falls, stick to the dicks and balls you used to.

Sunday, 11 October 2009

Tattoos Of The Moment!

Every so I often I will post recent or current work that I have done. being that some times it's hard to get on top of the gajillion other things I need to do, so I will post my work of the moment for you to poke at with your judgemental sticks. Enjoy.

These are Dave Dirt's hands cool guy and rock and roll drummer. I always think it's an honour to tattoo someones hands as it's going to be something that everyone sees, and is less likely to be covered up with clothing. The theme was to have a sweet and sour type thing going on as opposed to good and evil. Sour has a real scar on her face that Dave already had from an accident.

This is on a fashion photographer whom liked my distressed sketch stuff. and virtually drew it on by pen first.

Tattoo Art Outside The Box

I will admit that I am not a huge fan of tattoo art culled as fine art. Bring out your daggers but it's a craft and sometimes the artists whom paint the same time honoured things start to all look the same.
Swallows, roses, skulls, dragons all great tattoo iconography, but when I take notice is when I see something different. Scott Campbell is a Brooklyn based tattoo artist who is someone with a vision outside the box. Lazerides Gallery here in Soho is featuring his first exhibition in the Uk during the month of October. Being that I cam fresh from the Tate Modern, I though his work was prevalent now, what with the financial situation and all going on today.

Painstakingly assembled together each dollar is drawn onseperately and lazer cut, the glued together to form a piece of work that is both very original and remarkable. I believe this is how it should be done. I love these pieces and the work is quite remarkable, like a large tattoo, your drawn into the detail. Intricate and beautiful are two words that come to mind when I see them. His tattoo work is also remarkable for he is a well rounded artist whom work varies in style and form. He's my kind of tattoo artist. Check it out before it's gone.

Saturday, 10 October 2009

Baby Baby Let Me Fix My Weave and Gimme some Creamy Crack!

When I was just a wayward soul trying to make ends meet as a makeup artist in Hollywood, a booker suggested that I learn hair. Meaning that a production manager would hire someone whom could do both jobs. Opposed to hiring four people, but getting two for a gig. Made sense so I went and enrolled in beauty school. No, I am not a beauty school drop out. I was a beauty school thrown out. A badge of honour to me, a thorn in the side to some others. But going to beauty school in the 3rd and Fairfax district I met a few woman whom were from south central LA. Weaved up, weaved down, and braided to the hilt. They were cool chicks much cooler than some of the Russian Jew girls I was surrounded by in class. They were from the hood and these girls had a wicked sense of humour. Especially when it came to their weaves.

Once a fight broke out between two of the girls in class, and all hell broke loose over something so trivial. But guess what was the first thing these bitches went for? Yep, the weave. Bets were placed. Cattle calls were made, I heard someone yell "Your Momma". Furniture was moved back and complete pandemonium. All the while they refused to let go of each others hair tracks. What impressed me was under that brute force, those weaves stayed in, for a while at least. They fucking pulled, yanked, and ripped that shit, but they were staying put. Eventually
Tamikah's weave was the first to give way and ripped from her scalp, losing me fifty bucks. Just remembering it now was pretty funny. Not for the violence, but the look on the teachers faces, for they just didn't know what to do for fear they might get cut. I mean these chicks bus it in to West Hollywood on a two hour bus ride, to and from.
They were not to be fucked with. Nevertheless, they were cool woman, whom made me appreciate black hair. They taught me how to do a hard press, and braid that shit like a ghetto queen with a 40 ounce that any hoochie momma would be proud to wear.

So Chris Rock is made Good Hair. An exposé of comic proportions that only Chris Rock could pull off, GOOD HAIR visits beauty salons and hairstyling battles, scientific laboratories and Indian temples to explore the way hairstyles impact the activities, pocketbooks, sexual relationships, and self-esteem of the black community. Me, I love going to hair battles. Cause this isn't just hair do's. No. This is "out of my mother fucking way hair". Like a peacock woman spend fucking duckets on their hair. But it's hard to believe that a woman would pay up to $5000 for a wig or a weave. When I see a woman with some amazing do I take a photo of it. I also take photos of women's hair that looks like shit too. Then I ask myself is she on the creamy crack?

Still the weave and the process that some women and some men go through for straight long luxurious hair is phenomenal. So it's back to the creamy crack, and dark and lovely for most black women. When I was a kid there was this boy whom wore his hair like a troll dolls, and I thought he was the coolest kid in class, of course I was five at the time. Yet I wanted hair like that and wear it like a big fucked up fro fresh from electrocution. My big finish is closing with this, and yes, it's un-be-weavable. Meet the glamourous Briana Bonds, and her amazing weave, is there nothing a weave can't do? Who new that weaves were such a life saver?
Excuse me while I fix my tracks.

Friday, 9 October 2009

Make The Money Don't Let The Money Make You!

Yesterday was my man's Birthday! Yippee! So I devised a plan to try and make this a great day for him. We made or way to Southbank and made our way to The Tate Modern, where we are memebrs. The sole exhibition we went to see was Pop Life, and ithas caused some furor over the image of Richard Prince's Spiritual America. The funny thing I found here interesting was the proclamation of prostitution more than once on the touch Ipod's Tate Modern gave us detailing the work as we walked through. Although I liked most of the work featured by Damien Hirst, Gavin Turk, Richard Prince, Tracey Emmin. Throbbing Gristle's own Cosey Tutti Fanny, Andy Warhol, Jeff Koons, Tracey Emin, Kieth Harring, Jean Michelle Basquiat, and Takashi Murakami, with a few others. I thought some of the bullshit rhetoric some of the commentators were talking of were far from the mark from the actual work. Looked like some one needed to pull the stick out of her art college ass and live a more informative life.

The pursuit of money and the transfer of means for an ideaology or product was the main focus, i felt. If your going to sell it, fucking sell it but with image. No truer words have ever been spoken. Shit I am all for whoring yourself out for what you think your worth, but again, back the shit up with substance. Most did. Yet I can't stand Sarah Lucas', work as I could wipe my ass and plaster it against a wall and call that art. Hirst's work that was featured, initially cutting out a gallery and selling it straight to the people was interesting. This feat was impressive as it was done the same week that the financial crisis went into meltdown and the world markets crashed. Netting him a massive £114 million pounds when peoples homes were being repossesed. The work that was sectioned off to the public due to some shrill harpie, was Richard Princes work. That was a bummer. Image, was still something that was also put across in the works, as in making the artists themselves more media savy and image conscious. Like Tracey Emin, I like drunk Tracey Emin, bitter angry and a fucking mouth on that broody broad. But her work leaves me a little ok, so your a tortured female artist, big whoop! Who isn't?

Being held on the main exhibition hall of the fourth floor, it was only half of the whole floor. Normally they use the whole floor of both wings to exhibit special shows, this was just not the case. Luckily there was no Gilbert & George as looking at loads of thier work is like listening to the Pet Shop Boys. One or two songs is great, but after a while the shit starts to sound the same. I am a big believer in marketing yourself and using the media to further my work. I don't whore it out or donate it for free as some people do. Money to me is a means and is just a byproduct of what I do. Sure it is nice but I don't have dreams of buying a mansion in Hampstead or Bel Air. I am working on a few things at them moment, but to have the TM house one of my works is a goal I would love to achieve in due time. I'll get there, eventually.

Andrea Frasers' "Untiltled" was on show, but I didn't stick around for the guy to slam like a screen door in a windy city. Her concept was more to the point than any other artist on display. To me this was the stand out piece of the show, as she got stuffed by an art collector to the tune of $20,000. Whore it out bitch and make that money, don't let the money make you.

Wednesday, 7 October 2009

Man Enough To Be A Woman!

The world has gone crazy mad bat shit berzerk. Old people slapping unruly childrens, that are not their own. Trashy southern women lip synching and shaking their cottage cheese asses. She's still trash. Can't sing for shit either. Yet, people love her.
The Tories are standing by Polish homophobes looking like fools. Money is scarce, and Oprah is pissed that the Olympics aren't with in her power although she picked the American President. So when the third ring of Saturn found today at 300 million miles from the other two plant rings, thing went awry. I checked my keys, counted my money, and made sure Joleene went to her morning poo. Something just seemed a bit weird.

Homegirl needs to bring it down abit. The school principle was probably worried that this bitch was getting to much cock action in the locker room at gym class. I mean come on fuck me, those heels are just two high for a 16 year old girl. But then again when you want to sell something you stick it in the front window. I mean I am sure they would bitch if a chick come to school dressed like a total whore too. So Girlfriend needs to drop the stripper Crystal Connors/Alexis Carrington look. Start dressing like the prossie tots of her generation, like the chick that looks like a beaver... Miley what's her face.
But Jonathan Escobar thinks he's with in his right, but come on. Excuse me Jonathan, Lady Caca called and wants her look back.

Well, now it all seemed to finally make sense. Drag queens are opening a can of whoop ass and damn it they're not gonna take it any more. It takes balls to put on some come fuck me pumps, put on some slap with a trowel, tuck and a reinforced panty girdle. My brother likes his make-up and heels. We are polar opposites of each other. He likes perfume, I don't even wear deodorant. He loves shiny fabrics, I like leather and denim. I always wondered how most drag queens end up being tops. Muscle Marys' tend to be power bottoms. So looking at this footage I thought shit the planets are aligning in their favor. They can kick your ass just as fast as you they can fuck you.

Don't even try it with the bitch cause she might park her nails in your face and she's bound to ape on your ass. Strange thing here in the UK is the fascination with cross dressers and in some areas people don't blink an eye to it. I think this is quite cool, and every one here just kinda co-exists with each other. I know a beautiful woman whom would never get the snip, cause the dudes she's into would not be into her if she did. Now I commend them for their bravery and think some of them could rethink their actual wardrobe choices. Their always good to have at a party for a good story and soundbites. Invite a tranny fucker and you have a hit of a party on your hands. You have been warned.

Sunday, 4 October 2009

The Importance Of Ego

I have been sitting in this a while and I do believe when it comes to art there should be a level of humility and humbleness. That said, I do believe that there should be the ever present ingredient of Ego. Yes damn it I said it ego. The importance of an artist to have an ego is paramount in some ways. They have to believe that their shit is good enough to make a living on, put out there and let go. This is not to be confused with Artistic Temperment.

On Erykah Badu's "Tyrone"- "Im gonna test this out. Keep in mind that I'm an artist, and I'm sensitive about my shit!" Word. I would like to think fuck yeah I am good, but I want to grow and get even better. But I could give a fuck about what someone thinks as I make my own money doing this.

Watching ART RACE on Sky, I am amazed that these two souls are put to the test to place their work exactly where their mouth is. Trading for room, board, food, travel or money to get from A to B. I know of one guy whom charged people money to critique their work, posing as a full self employed artist. Fuck me! The guy has a regular day job, which to me would not equate to ever take his paltry words as gospel. I would only ever take the advice of someone whom I knew was certifiably an actual working living breathing artist. Whose sole efforts are their only means of living. Not some chump who clocks in for someone else in a fucking day job. EVER! Now if you want to make a living as a living breathing artist be prepared to hear alot of the word NO. Even still, be prepared to work around it and keep going. Yes, you will be confronted with doubt, creative blanks and moments of dull inspiration, but thats the process.

My mother freaked when I refused to get a regular job and knew I could get paid to do what I do, and fuck everyone else. I was looking out for me, number 1. I was determined to do so. And I still have a plan, but my work is my imagination and I get paid for it 100% and I sleep at night with that. Ok I don't sleep alot cause my brain is always on the run and my imagination is on constant spin, but I like that. So do I think ego is important, yes. Do I think ego is needed, to a degree for the most part, you are your own maker and what you put in is what you will get back. So keep drawing painting and sculpting cause you will have a few doors closed in your face. Success is built on the pillars of failure.

If you expect to get rich well then your in the wrong game. Be honest with yourself and you'll probably do all right.

Friday, 2 October 2009

Pointing A Finger!

It's been a weird couple of months. But as I have spent the last week recovering from the dreaded swine flu, which sucks ass. I have been trying to put things in my 41 years into some sort of perspective. Well, I have been ostersized from the gay clan whom were my friends. Yet I don't get a 9th of the drama or shit from my straight friends that I receive otherwise. So drastic times call for drastic measures, and made myself busy in other ways and broadened my social scope. So far, so good. So I've kept myself busy in other ways but I am still tired and exhausted. In desperate need of a break and vacation.

I'm not angry or upset. This is just to damn tedious to try and figure should I want to jump into the sandbox and play childish games. So I leave it alone, forward motion, don't look back and carry on.
Strange thing is being on house quarantine do to the flu, has struck me as a blessing in disguise. Bren and I are on the mend, although he's still coughing up phlem. Me, my body aches and I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. Yet if this is a ring of honesty, certain friendships are not missed. I think they just changed, when I looked at them differently. I never said so to their face, yet I accepted their stupid action as a error and left it their. Yeah, I had my own judgement, but I stuck it in the back and left it alone. Weird to think that it really made me look at them in a different way all together. Let's just say they also took it on their behalf to stick words in my mouth, speak for me for their own purpose, when I never said anything remotely close to what I am accused of. When you step outside of circles and look at things from a different perspective, things will always look different.

Yesterday I read that one of my favourite artists has come under fire, by having his work confiscated. Richard Prince whose show I caught last year at the Serpentine Gallery covers things that he finds interesting. a collector and painter. I love his biker momma photos. His work of Brooke Shields photo of a photo, "Spiritual America" has been deemed offensive and breaches the child porn laws set here in Britain. So the photo was seized by Met Police when whistle blowers called the photo child porn, and taken down from The Tate Modern exhibition. Now because of this dumb ass and the like, predetors can now Google the image and oogle it in the comfort of their own homes. Nice job shit head.

I never saw the photo as offensive nor pornographic., but the actual image was taken by another photographer in the late 70's and was featured in Playboy. It too was also subject to obscenity laws in the U.S. What bothers me about this whole thing is that this was manipulated by some asshole whom used choice words in describing the actual work. Describing the image, "exploiting that child", "bait". First off, this person is nothing more than a "child psychologist" spear heading a her agenda. But what this whack job doesn't understand is that by creating the Striesand Effect to an image most people had no idea about, she's done quit the opposite. I think it is her whom should feel ashamed of her self. I always question people whom look at artwork and think or see a suggestive ideology behind the piece itself. Does this not say more about them and how they view children?

Nan Goldin went through the same three years ago when a photo of two girls in a dance studio was confiscated. The image was of two girls whom appeared to be sitting in the studio taking a break while dancing. The Image was actually owned by Elton John and deemed offensive and went through the same hoo hah. The image of of Spiritual America was not considered pornographic in the U.S. This fucking harpie banging on about child abuse, should be looking in places other than art galleries to further bring attention to her organisation. She made it sound like The Tate was Billing this as the feature of the show. I always think it's these peoples repressive nature that is far more disturbing and a little closer to the pedophiles they profile and chase. One, cause they look at certain things in a particular way and seek them out, not like a normal person who looks at things.
I got dropped from my printer when he refused to print my work Les Petites Fluers. Calling it sick and pornographic. My response was, "Hey pal, just cause you leer at young girls you shouldn't put your shit onto me." It never occured to him to ask me about the work and ask what the representation was. That would be to civilized.