Listen to your mother. Listen to your father. But especially, listen to your grandparents and ancestors.

Knowledge has been passed on to us for centuries, cultivated and processed by humanity, revered or forgotten.

The world seems to be bipolar; one day you’re all over the wonderful place, the next; depressed and dull as dishwater.

Women’s rights and resurrection, the validation of the gay community, the decline of the evil parts of religious practice, but henceforth the return of the Mac. The return of intolerance, the demise of acceptance. The threat from someone so-called bigger than me.

But who survived? The megalodon? Or the croc? The latter!

And that’s who I am. A croc. A survivor!

Existentialism flies high some days. Don’t you ever wonder; what is this existence all about? Are we lame and predatory, or meaningful and vegetative? Or both?

Don’t fall asleep, you’ll miss it all. Don’t hide, everyone will ignore you. Don’t get angry, you’ll end up being ignored. And for Gods sake, don’t be nothing….

…Then! Everyone will see you.

Don’t get seen…that’s when you really don’t matter. Hush 🤫

Finally, my little workspace for drawing is almost finished.

My Winsor&Newton markers and Canson The Wall drawing pads have a safe haven.

http://m.winsornewton.com/row/shop/graphic-markers/promarker

http://en.canson.com/rysunek-i-szkicowanie/wall

So. This wall wants to be clad with a large drawing. I’m doing a new version of what I have done already.

Which motif should it be? Worms or balloon descent?

I’ll be using Winsor&Newton markers for this drawing as usual because I think they are by far the best.

http://m.winsornewton.com/row/shop/graphic-markers/promarker

-TeNeM

Climb it, werrk it, love it, accept it, tolerate it, solve it.

Then deal with it

I love my worms.

Yup, they’re still here, the deviant predators. Luckily there is a reverend to bomb their wits out.

Thank God for Nicholas Flamel’s cross.

I find being a gay predator quite easy actually. Why? Because I’m a vegan predator, as most of us are. I don’t hunt; and I don’t need an old book to tell me how to live. Especially not when that book focuses on what is old fashionedly wrong and evil, and not the goodness in people’s hearts.

I have common sense and have the ability to think for myself.

No book can tell me the truth. My heart can.

…and the Lady Godiva.

Voyeurism can be explained as looking at someone for sexual pleasure. But does society expect and/or command us to do so? Are we all victims, scapegoats or the actual culprits? What do we expect from others when we present, promote, show off, or flaunt ourselves in public? Do we put ourselves out there without expecting others to hurl insults at us or do we simply thrive on it?

So. What am I doing right now? Putting myself out there, making it easy for others to humiliate me?

Well, the possibility is there. Which I know. But do you?

Don’t be surprised. Be realistic.

…or is this drawing merely about someone suppressing their own voyeurism or the need to be observed?

-TeNeM-

This is a work in progress. It’s not necessarily about ballet. What could it be about? Any ideas?

TeNeM

…and then you don’t really die.

In most religious contexts we find the concept of sin, a transgressional act of wrongdoing. All the ‘thou shalt nots’ and the anti-Nike ‘just don’t bloody do it’s’ divinely surround us, on a nano-secondly basis.

But what distinguishes sin from common sense? Is it common sense itself?

Is it a sin to choose whom to love?

Or does it merely boil down to common sense?

Is it such an act of transgression to please oneself without in any way harming others?

‘I bind you from doing harm to yourself or others?’

What is harmful may not be written in the scripture. Especially when it comes to loving someone.

True, all consuming love isn’t Harām or Sin and doesn’t send you to hell.

Intolerance and hate does!

Is it Vogue or just en Vogue?”

“A giddy mass of flying limbs, sashaying hips and pouty faces. Hands now stretched up high fluttering as in flamenco, now on the ground buttressing cantilevered bodies and holding on to legs that seem to want to escape their owner.” (Maciejowska, Kasia.)

Just be your own colourful self, and let the rest of the world stay bland if that’s what they wish.