In this time of day the world has changed. It has changed in lieu of what has made everything collapse. But what is collapse? Is it an end of something unused and something that was built on an unsteady ground? The fundament was poorly done? Are we as people and the alleged different races on the verge of social collapse? Or more to the point; are we different races because of the colour of our skin? Or because of cultural issues? A cultural difference should be an enrichment. Something to learn from. Love across the board.

And may my city be glorious with all its faults and beauty.

“There’s a Civil War going on. In the world.
We are one people, one large global communitiy; an eco system.

There are pesticides in our eco system; aiming to annihilate the unwanted.
The hands of the gardener getting dirty; getting rid of the unwanted; weeding; annihilates. Choosing one green over the other; the weed turning into compost; that will nourish only the wanted.

There’s a civil war going on; in every country, on every continent; in our world.

We have one flora and one fauna.
There are pesticides here.
The hand of the gardener gets dirty, weeding; the hand of the poacher gets bloody; annihilates the unwanted.
That doesn’t bring in the cash. It’s called tradition. Raging bulls, throwing tomatoes, cutting down trees, trading wild animals, spewing out more pesticides. Spew, spew, spew; hating the differences.

There’s a virus on the loose; infects.
We are the virus; mutating to become stronger; until the first edition of the Book of Viruses is extinct.

We are the virus.
We are like animals. No we’re not.
We are like humans.

Hating diversity.
Submerging me under water.
I can’t breathe. The world can’t breathe.
We stop breathing.

I can’t breathe.”

Sometimes I dream of being able to scream out, let rip and be the wild woman of Borneo. Am I a moaner? I don’t know I don’t think so.

People moan. That’s a fact that needs no empirical evidence or facts. It just is.

But screaming. Once you scream you’re characterised as being deranged.

But how do you scream peacefully? A pillow?

Or scream inside yourself. Not a good advice, but it’s better than nothing.

Scream. As loud as you can. Let rip.

Do you scream in silence?

Work in progress.

From grace?

No, from inspiration, from passion, from being human, or human being.

Walk the stairs with a thousand steps, walk them with humility and fret.

Walk them without looking back, walk them without losing track.

Walk them knowing that you’ll fall, walk them repeating it all.

Walk the stairs with a thousand steps.

WORK IN PROGRESS

In the ballroom culture of NY every participant has the ability to convey realness. A feeling of really being seen, even just for a few minutes. But does this really mean that they are fresh meat in the eyes of the spectators?

More to come…… Work in progress!

I’ve got an A3 LED Light Box. I love it. Now I can copy everything. And I will copy…myself.

Is copying cheating? Will there be a court case? Nope. Because I’m copying myself.

Being able to copy for reworking and further my own ideas is just great.

You may think that this is a completely useless blog entry, I get that, but I will soon show you what it can do. So just hold on.

This cost just 499 Swedish kroners at Dollar Store.

…and it lights up my life a little too.

Sweet.

There’s nothing good about dehydration. The body simply cannot live being all shrivelled and dried out.

So, what about a creative mind being void of humectant?

Back to basic. Return to the fundamentals. Back to where it started: Worms.

Being without initiative is dreadful, and an insult to a prolific head; so next time I lose it I’ll dig into the dirt again to find me some wonderful larvae.

I’m back!

After a few days of complete recreation with total spiritual and somatic recovery, it is time to head for home and hearth.

An ex once told me that a change is as good as a rest. Here I have scored double points, no doubt. I will probably have to shelf my sunglasses for a while when I get home, but that’s absolutely fine. Fine because I have seen through them almost constantly for five days. They’ve done me proud.

Something that has been completely invaluable is the fact that I haven’t really been thinking about my drawings and art. Now it just hit me that I have an abundance of ideas and inspiration to dot down on 250 gsm paper when I get home. So I’ve been processing blissfully. And that. Is pretty awesome.

Until next time Croatia. Luv ya.

So, I’m having a dry spell.

I could be talking about sex, but alas. I’m talking about drawing and this drought has lasted for a month now.

I just hate it when my head isn’t functioning the way I want it to, and my hands want to draw, but my head is having none of it.

In order to get my mojo back I’m spending a short week in Croatia. I need to get back to Neverland, so please, clap your hands to get this fairy going.

Go on. Give us the clap.

-TeNeM in 🇭🇷 Croatia-