SHARED VALUES

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(LANDSCAPE AS ABSTRACT EXPRESSIONISM: VIEW FROM THE LAWN THIS MORNING)

SHARED VALUES

 

Sitting outside after tea, looking at the gentle wallow of the tide, as it slowly leaves the bay, I was thinking about my Marie…How much she loved this forgotten part of the welsh coast, and although it makes me feel sad that she is not here to share these moments, I began to think of our shared values. She introduced me to this beautiful spot and knew how much I would love it. It is so quiet and peaceful and literally a tuning fork for contemplation. My thought was, that although she is not here, the values we shared are still innate within me. Our love of landscape, nature and peaceful thought remains in me, and so through this, she remains within me. She was able to inculcate these values which had for a large part been overshadowed by other more pressing needs in my life… like the need to provide for my family, the need to escape the vicious tongue of my ex….

My life had become jaded and jagged, my mind torn into desperate and disparate pieces, in essence, I was overcome by the mores of modern society… But she was able to make me see beyond that and truly appreciate real timeless beauty of place, of thought and of art.

She may no longer occupy this corporeal realm, but those values she inhabited are the essence of her, and they will be with me forever.

God bless you, my beloved.

Thank you for loving me as much as I loved , and love, you.

DALE ‘M’

BREAKDOWN

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I went to visit my daughter and granddaughter today, had a lovely time with my two princesses, then decided to go into Crewe to do a bit of shopping. Mostly art products, I’m running low on canvases and paints. Anyway, I arranged to meet Amy at a pub to take them both for lunch. Then my car broke down. It broke down at the very spot I had sat at in 2011, when I decided to leave my ex-wife and move in with my beloved. At the very same spot where I used to take my dogs to chase around like idiots, the very same spot I once found a five pound note when I was desperate for cash, a starving actor if you will, and the very same spot where I met a girl who I eventually wrote a play about, called Stone Heroes, which never made it to the stage, but I have fond memories of it. Unfortunately, or fortunately if you like good theatre, the play no longer exists, as the laptop it was stored on was stolen in a burglary in 1993. So, as I sat waiting for the AA to recover me, I had plenty of time to recollect the memories that the spot held for me…

How weird that one random spot could have had such a major effect on my life for more than 30 years?

And here I sat once again today, and thought, Am I doing the right thing?

Was it a sign that the Gods were not yet through with fucking with me?

How the hell was I going to get the car back to Lichfield?

Am I doing the right thing?

The truth is I don’t know. I have taken a leap of faith. I want to paint, so I have forgone my independence to facilitate that ambition. It is what Marie, my beloved,would have wanted me to do. I don’t know if it will work out, I have very little confidence in my painting ability, though having people say nice things about them is always good, so I am no peacock when it comes to my talents, but I am naturally a risk taker. My own nature has always been subsumed by my desire to do the best for my family… but now my kids are all grown, and my responsibilities are to me and to my dogs, so I have leapt majestically into the unknown.

So I sat there… and thought that i’m jinxed, that greater powers were messing with me for no good reason. My beautiful angel has been taken from me, isn’t that suffering enough?

The AA guy arrived, he turned the car’s computer off and on again… And blow me it worked. Who knew?

So the upshot of this navel gazing?

Fuck the powers… I’m painting. I will carry on painting. I don’t care if I live or die, but painting is the only peace I can find on this pissant planet, so damn you all.

Dale ‘m’

PAINTINGS FAIL

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This the image I’ve been trying to paint today… tried and failed so far. I’m trying to address why I’m failing? Yes I know its a departure from the style I’m used to doing but the reason I’m failing is not because of the colours, I haven’t even got to the colours yet…

it’s not because of the subject matter, I have painted trees before quite successfully… It’s more that I don’t have the language to create a poetry between the subject as an image and as a emotional response.

This I equate to synesthesia :

Synesthesia is a condition in which one sense (for example, hearing) is simultaneously perceived as if by one or more additional senses such as sight. Another form ofsynesthesia joins objects such as letters, shapes, numbers or people’s names with a sensory perception such as smell, color or flavor.

I was trying to explain this artistic synesthesia to an artist friend of mine…

I was explaining how I like the book of someone like Basquiat, He is iconic to me not because of his paintings, I find them difficult because the cultural references are foreign to me, being English and not American, so I simply do not have the cultural linguistics to fully understand them… But as an Icon he represents something thrilling to me, the fact that he was probably the first person of colour to be accepted by the art establishment… The fact that he overcame all the restrictive boundaries thrown up to simply deny people of his ethnicity and class a place in the gallery. I love him as a totem… the same way I love Maya Angelou, or even Andy Warhol… I like what they represent, not necessarily what they write or paint.

I love David Hockney. I don’t aesthetically like all his paintings, but I like the way he approaches art…

I like the book of these people, I like the verfremdung  (making the familiar strange) their art represents, in effect, I believe that these processes have to be gone through to make ART… all Art. Painting, Sculpture, Writing Literature, Poetry or plays, Acting or making Music… All of these benefit from each other, bleed ideas one to another, so that there is a cross over in languages, a synesthesia of sorts, for without that, creating new art of any sorts would be worthless. Why paint when you are not Picasso, or Vermeer, or even Rapheal…? Why write when you are not Shakespeare or Lorca? why make music if you are not Mahler or Lennon? and so on. You continue to create art because whilst you may not have their abilities, you do still have a valid point of view… Your experience and emotional response is as valid as any of these above.

So I failed at the first attempt at this image. So what? The canvas cost me a buck and the time is free… I tried but couldnt find the language for this image. I will go back to it and try to unpack what it says to me some more, see where I have failed to translate the image into the abstracts of colour and form.

And If I Fail? I’ll throw it on the fire.

Dale ‘m’

FUTURE PLAYLIST

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FUTURE PLAYLIST

FUTURE POLITICS – AUSTRA

FUTURE FOREVER – BJORK

NOTHING WILL EVER HAPPEN IN THE FUTURE – THE BLUE AEROPLANES

FUTURE SONG – THE CRANES

FUTURE LEGEND – DAVID BOWIE

A BETTER FUTURE – DAVID BOWIE

IN THE FUTURE – DAVID BYRNE

THE FUTURE OF THE FUTURE – DEEP DISH

FUTURES AND PASTS – THE FALL

FUTURE STARTS SLOW – THE KILLS

THE FUTURE – LEONARD COHEN

FUTURE PROOF – MASSIVE ATTACK

PRETENDING TO SEE THE FUTURE – OMD

FUTURE DAZE  – PENETRATION

FUTURE SOUL SONG – PRINCE

ENCORE UNE FOIS (FUTURE BREEZE EDIT) – SASH

NO FUTURE – SEX PISTOLS

FEAR OF THE FUTURE – ST.VINCENT

THE FUTURE – TEDDY THOMPSON

BRUCE LEE (FUTURE SHOCK REMIX) – UNDERWORLD

I THOUGHT THE FUTURE WOULD BE COOLER – YACHT

FUTURES – ZERO 7


LOOKING TO THE FUTURE

DALE XXX

GLOBAL COMMUNITY

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In the last eighteen months my blogs have reached across the planet, I have been read by people from chile to alaska, Russia and china to Africa, New Zealand to Finland, India to Mexico… All wonderful people connected by a daft blogger, with a creative bent and an open heart… This really makes me have hope for the world. People have reached out to me, in my grief and sorrow, from all over the planet, from a local lad, who owns a Pizza shop in Crewe, who read my words and offered me free food, he said I was brave, yet He had lost both his parents at the age of twenty in Iran, and made his way to England to build a business for himself, a man of great courage and endurance, yet he calls me brave? I have had support from a young girl in India, Shreya, who has had the maturity to be able to touch me with her kindness, and Has taught me English words that I didn’t even know… Amazing as English is her second language…and today a friend from Uganda, Ngabirano Keneth, who is doing amazing work in his blog  https://thecompleteupgradeeffort.home.blog/, who touched me greatly with his wisdom and kindness…

So many beautiful caring people all over the planet, from Holland, USA, Canada, Pakistan Italy, even the UK, and Palestine territories, and I am overwhelmed with you all, and it truly gives me hope. For without the xenophobic nonsense of nationhood and racist hatred, we prove that the planet has the ability to become a community… A caring sharing community based on love. Love is truly the answer to all the ridiculous nonsense that is maliciously spread by the acquisitive elite of the planet. We need to disenfranchise this element of humanity and get back to the level of community care.

Ok diatribe over,

Live in love you wonderful people

and keep sharing that love

Dale xxx