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Racist murders, Black corpses, White entitlement.

Excerpt: “What are we doing when we do something and call it art? There are as many answers to this question as there are people who will ever live. We might reduce art to a statement, just as the words I write or say create a shared experience between me and my readers/hearers. Art arises from the mind of the artist and then creates an experience in the mind of those that engage it. Dana Schulz’s painting of Emmett Till’s mutilated corpse has created revulsion and horror. I will here explore my own horror and revulsion.”

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more unfucking of thyself.

Karakia:

Atua

Tukua

Homai to Aroha

Ae.

I’ve been trying to ‘re-write the narrative’ for a very long time … it’s not very easy to ‘unfuck thyself’, especially on a large scale.

Everything that I am is the opposite to what I have told I ‘should be’. Not just by well meaning peeps who are trying to do well meaning shit; and not just by non-well meaning peeps, trying to fuck shit up. This is a societal plague … where we believe we have the right to control someones path.

I hate it.

And I thought I hated it because I was fucked up.

Turns out (as I am slowly discovering), it is just the way I am.

It needs no apologises or descriptions or anecdotes of reasons … because something is different than something else, should it have to explain itself in defence of itself? NO. Just an explanation in the course of sharing who and what you are :)

Wha the fuck has that got to do with that shrivelled up weedy thorn looking photograph I have here?

It’s got every mindful fucking thing to do with it.

This is my version of beauty too.

And how do you describe that beauty as a positive without having to reexplain the negative?

This is what I mean: and btw, we do this with Everything we believe is a negative:

“The picture is of a bunch of weeds and thorns and prickles all dead and shrivelled and brown and dying looking.”

Instead of this … which is what I see:

“The photograph is a macro of the curves and flows of the bull thistle as it changes seasons. You can see the strength and resilience in it’s lengths; the fluffy bits round the edges make it feel ‘worn’ but welcoming.”

You know how tiring it is trying to describe something as a positive to someone that sees it as a negative?

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the unfucking of: thyself

Karakia:

Atua

Tukua

Homai to Aroha

Ae.

After the anxiety fuck the was yesterday, today was ‘recovery’ mode. The positive is that it didn’t turn into a major panic fuck – A for awesome … but what I’ve noted today is that after one of those ‘episodes’, it feels like my immune system has taken a beating and I usually wake up with some kind of physical ailment … Today it’s a swollen, sore throat. So I’m knocking back the Vitamin C and Panadol and trying to remain ‘mindful’ arrghhh.

So I didn’t venture too far and found this little fuzz ball in the back yard.

Now I must have taken like 100 shots of this little fucker … well, ok, maybe 30 … and for the life of Me I couldn’t stop shaking therefore the macro thing-a-me wouldn’t focus and every single photo except for 2 ended up way out of focus … or so I thought.

I’ve done this before … actually I done this a shitload of times before … but today, whilst scrolling through my 30 odd photos, mumbling all kinds of fuckery because they were all ‘shit’ … I noticed that the macro had actually just focussed on something other than what I intended.

Now isn’t that the story of my fucking life too!! Argghhh …

And on closer perusal, I noticed the bud behind it … the little spikey furry thingees on the stalk of it … the grass behind it … and of course, the blurry but beautiful little fluff ball that was supposed to be my actual shot.

Todays Learns: Beauty always shows up in the strangest of places, at the strangest of times, whilst focussing on something completely different ;)

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just unfuck.

Karakia:

Atua

Tukua

Homai to Aroha

Ae.

Still far too peopley out there for Me, but whilst having a smoke this morning, and actively ‘looking’ for shizz (funny how that happens), but being ever so mindful in the process … I spotted this.

Backstory: I repurposed an old washing machine into the base of a BBQ. All around said washing machine slash BBQ base there are the original bolt holes. Our ‘BBQ’ is situated right on the edge of our very wild ‘flower garden’, which is in the process of dying off, seeding … whatever it is that you call it. But that little pink mass, is a bougainvillea leaf, which has blown round from the plant at the front of our house.

And here it is: in all it’s little dried up glory, still looking quite pink and beautiful – through the bolt hole of an re-purposed washing machine.

Thats my beauty find for the day <3

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unfucking ‘mindfulness’.

Karakia:

Atua

Tukua

Homai to Aroha

Ae.

Translation:

My god.

I let Go.

Bring Love.

I Agree.

I didn’t want to do ‘outside’ today: it’s too peopley out there … the influx of holiday makers argh …

But … I was pondering on being all mindful and shit, wondering “what the fuck am I going to take a photo of .. fuck, should’a left this whole thing till next fucking year” … when I spotted this:

So, the photograph is a macro shot of an abstract of mine on one of our walls. It’s huge … the actual painting that is. It’s part of my story, hence the blood red ;)

But, apparently one of the first rules of thumb when painting, is don’t add a semi-gloss to an acrylic. Pfft … Fuck … I didn’t know that back then, and I still do it and don’t care.

So, what I noticed today … that I love … and still love … Is the cracks … the places where it hasn’t come together but has moved around each other to form something else … the colour that the red holds without intruding on the rest …

I guess I found beauty in the ‘imperfection’ of it.

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photographic deconstruction & analysis.

analysis

əˈnalɪsɪs/

detailed examination of the elements or structure of something.

deconstruction

diːk(ə)nˈstrʌkʃ(ə)n/

a method of critical analysis of philosophical and literary language which emphasizes the internal workings of language and conceptual systems, the relational quality of meaning, and the assumptions implicit in forms of expression.

Depending on how you look at something, the view will always be different. Depending on who is doing the looking, the view will also always be different.

The art of dismantling something so that you can see it from a different perspective, is analysis and deconstruction.

In art terms, it works just the same way.

You start with something reasonably mundane.

Like a washing machine.