BEWARE of the DOGMA

Having no conviction that whatever I do in this life will be forgiven in the next means that I tend not to do anything that needs to be forgiven now.

The combination of dogmatic belief and the promise of redemption or reward means that too many attrocities are carried out in the name of one god or another.

An atheist never has to say your belief is wrong.
To an Atheist beliefs are just that...beliefs... acts of faith,not facts of faith.How strange then, that the more people believe in a god the more willing they are to behave like a devil.
An Evangelical Christian I work with said to me that if there were no muslims there would be less trouble in the world..."If there were no gods," I replied, "There would be no trouble."
I think my Karma ran over his Dogma.

Can you imagine how an atheist feels when he sees people killing in the name of nonsense, When intelligent people read a two thousand year old fairy story and commit genocide because of it. Water into wine... pumpkin into a carriage.....will somebody please tell me the difference.
Can you imagine.......you can now. My latest angry,passionate picture......

RANT

Anyone who has glanced at my blog will know I am very opinionated and very passionate and therefore often left reeling by a world that saddens or sickens me. Most of these things start me ranting... first to myself and then at my long suffering friend " Marmaladekiss". "This is the sort of thing you should say on your Blog"..... so...
Just watching the news. Those poor girls murdered in Ipswich by Steve Wright. The most vulnerable of our countries children, who for various reasons have tumbled down society's ladder. Whoever or whatever they were they didn't deserve to be preyed on for the satisfaction of a madman...
BUT .. now our TV's and newspapers are brimming with their families and friends parading their grief... saying how their babies had been taken from them and more than five lives ruined ....
WHERE WERE THEY ...when these girls slid into drug abuse and prostitution? Would they have paraded themselves in public and cried "That's my daughter!" when they were still alive?
I know these things happen and the families perhaps tried everything possible to rescue their babies from this awful existence. I don't dispute they are genuingly grieving, but why in public? It is so hypocritical. Maybe if these girls had had the support of family and friends when they were alive they still would be.
And just wait to see the list of prostitutes on the news who were picked up by him and lived to tell the tale... a few minutes of notoriety and then back onto the streets to become victims again. How many of them will die from their habit and will that be reported? Will their parents parade their grief? I doubt it.. perhaps murder sells more papers than the slow death of drug addiction and prostitution.
We should all be grieving, they are all our babies and we are all to blame.

PASSION

I am passionate about passion. I hate apathy. I will always admire conviction however misguided I think it might be. I am willing to listen to the most dogmatic of beliefs as long as they are driven by passion. When I've finished creating something born of anger or desire, I am left gasping for air and dripping with sweat ...exhausted by the release of this passionate energy. Whether my mouth is twisted with anger as I scratch a venom fuelled pencil across a canvas, or trembling with emotion- choked tears as I try with painful, futility to explain my careless love or beaming with unrepentant joy at one of my corny pantomime scripts.... my passion is always the same. My dearest friend says she likes my ranting... she says it turns her on! Well that is a gift I am very grateful for...but even without this very welcome bonus I would still rant about anything I can to anyone who will listen. Our opinions are the one thing that are truly our own and we should fight tooth and claw for them to be heard and listen without prejudice to anyone elses. When people stand in the middle of the road they get run over.


Of course when I speak of passion many people think of love, but in reality passion has more in common with lust than love and although I believe now that one can enhance the other it is not an exclusive relationship... you can have physical passion without emotional love. I believe this because as a hedonist I have always enjoyed very intense and passionate physical love but until quite recently had been indifferent and dismissive of emotional love. By physical I don't mean the "Mills and Boone" running across a wave lashed beach dyed orange by a tropical sunset type of love ...but the squirty, squelchy, tongue -tangling, bed -staining type of love. As for emotional love, I wont pretend to know much about that. I am very new to this and I find myself constantly torn between soaring highs and crashing lows. The highs are difficult and the lows impossible. Moments of ovewhelming joy and friendship interrupted by jealousy and resentment...but as always I use this passion to create, I process these feelings good and bad into my art. As an emotion it is uncontrollable but as an inspiration it is unsurpassed.
It inspires pictures of confusion... " An earthbound, nympholeptic, fool reaching for the moon"

It inspires pictures of sadness... "Burden of Paradox"

It inspires pictures of clarity ...."Freed by wisdom, soaring with knowledge"


It also inspires words, untangling rhymes clumsily explaining the unexpainable....,

I Know A Fool

I know a foolish and uncaring man,
Who makes his world as empty and sad as he can.
The road that he walks is edged by a wall,
It’s not very wide and not very tall.
Over the wall there are wonderful sights,
Full of beauty, love , passion and lights.
And this foolish man knows it exists,
And he wants to be there but still he resists.
So he dreams he could be a little more tall,
But wont bother climbing over the wall

And he sits to eat food that’s covered in mould,
Maggoty fruit and bread that’s days old.
But all round the table are good things to eat,
Trees laden with fruit and fields of fresh wheat.
But he doesn’t bother to pick the food that tastes great,
After all the mouldy stuff’s here on a plate.

When a mantle of stars cover the land
The foolish man stares at the palm of his hand,
His hand is familiar, so he mumbles in sorrow,
One day I’ll look up…maybe tomorrow.
Why crane my neck to look in the air.
After all, the stars will always be there.

I am this man ,who stares at the wall,
Desperate to climb, but scared he might fall.
Who makes second best of whatever he’s got
And gazes with love at what he has not.
So take my hand and show me what’s there,
Teach me to love, teach me to care.

With Valentines day over I guess many people are thinking about passion. Some people think that the bigger the card the more they are loved, they will coo over a bear holding a heart a symbol it appears of universal love. One of 10's of millions mass produced in china and bought by lovers to show their special someone that they are someone special. So special in fact that they are given a totally impersonal gift made by strangers and given to a million other "someone special's" on the same day.
I told my someone special that if I ever gave HER a bear holding a heart it would mean that I had completely lost interest...so I then promptly gave her a bear holding a heart. One I had designed and drawn especially for her...not to everyones taste my "Alternative Valentine" but it made me smile and her happy in the knowledge that someone thought her special enough to take time and effort to be passionate about their passion...... and here it is "A bear holding a heart." Just one of many cards we have exchanged over the years. Each one lovingly made to measure,a perfect fit for the day, year and moment of our friendship. "Birthday Kisses" perfect for lovers.

"Your Many Faces" perfect for friends.....

My friend is a very talented artist and inspired crafter. A veritable wizard with the sewing machine turning out delicious retro bags, enchanting tarot card pouches and sensual corsets as well as cards and gifts for her friends. To see the wonderful, passionate, thoughtful gift that overwhelmed with emotion this year check out "Marmaladekiss".

PROSTUTION... Now I have your attention this is the part where I very reluctantly mention that should anyone want any of the above passionate pictures as posters, postcards, or greetings cards then send me a mail or comment...but for now bye bye everybody... bye bye.