We are the news

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We are the news

Politics has happy warriors, smile and be calm – be it jocular Nigel, dramatic Donald, calm confident David, or newsworthy Theresa, they are like Adolf; they rise the same feelings in the listener, but in a ‘happy’ way. Hahaha others are to be hated. Let us happily bond against them. That sort of stuff. It is fanatical in a quiet way.

It is time to change. We of the internet. It used to be we of the western world. That is not the case anymore. We of the internet. We are viable. Connected.

No matter how much we would like things to be better. Better for us and for others. We have the internet, so we are not dying. We are affluent. Wherever we are in the world.

This is not the time to be strong. This is not the time to be angry. We have a strength from being connected. This. This. Is the time to be honestly vulnerable. Say how you feel. Say how you really really feel. Hurt. We are hurt.

We empathise so so greatly with each other. With others. We wish, we so wish, for things to be better. Complain. In an honest feeling way, say, say how you feel.

Let the world hear. Let the world hear how hurt you are. We are connected. We are the world. Not the news. Not the papers. Not the media controllers. They are not the thing to listen to anymore.

I feel hurt by what is happening. I lay awake at night frightened. I have global news coming at me all the time.

And we have the truth right inside of us. Right here in our feed. We know they are wrong. Help. Cry. Complain of your worries. Be simple.

Say what is really important. Remember. Before they took over and told us. Be together. Whoever you are.

I walk these streets and I see people. I do not see the people portrayed across the media. I see people. And we all know that is true. We all know. Go for a walk. Go for a ‘stream’. They are there.

People. You know them. Among distant friends we have come to love through simple chat. We hurt. Let us not be frightened any more.

We are the news. And we are together. Sing. Say. Be.

We.

We are the global community.

We.

We are the news.

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Supermoon fraud

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Supermoon fraudsters

Is it just me who is tickled by all these supermoon pictures all over social media? Everyone is doing it.

Pictures of the moon.

If you have taken a picture of the moon and it is just the moon it is just the moon. If the only thing in your picture is the moon, then the only thing in your picture is the moon, it is just the moon. Nothing else. Nothing super.

Not even, (as some people are doing), if it is taken through a telescope. Lord preserve us! That is just a moon and you have enlarged it with your telescope.

It is exactly the same moon we saw last week. The same one. Enlarged.

The moon is in the sky. It is nearer than usual. That makes it look bigger. If it is bigger because of a telescope it is bigger because of a telescope. If the only thing in your picture is a moon, it is just the moon.

The moon is the moon is the moon is the moon. Is that all you have in your picture? Then that is all it is; the moon.

If you are showing us a picture of the moon rising above a mountain with pine trees at either side of the moon and the moon looks really large, then, it is a supermoon.

Otherwise. No. Just a moon. I want to see no more pictures of just a moon looking like just a moon claiming to be other than just a moon. If it looks like a moon it is a moon. Just a moon.

Rant over.

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Art Class Autobiography in Pictures

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Art Class Autobiography in Pictures. Lets see how I progress.

And todays work:

minster-and-sevenI call the above piece Minster and Seven in memory of artist and poet Dennis Knowles – who I feel was with me in spirit as I experimented with pallet knife for the first time. It was hurredly done and with no pallet or water or cloth.

Thank you Ana Maus for our time in the Minster gardens.

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We moved on to studying David Hockney. The last one; Jesu Stands Among Maidens horrified the tutor cos of my techniques, but then everyone in the class came and said Wow! So I might keep going 😉

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Art Class Autobiography in Pictures. Images only, no dialogue, lets see how I progress. Hopefully you own inner diaologue will allow you to learn as you go along too.

Well, alright, I will add a bit of dialogue. Now that I am updating it.

We moved on to studying David Hockney.hockney tree.jpg

That one is a direct copy of a small part of a larger piece of his, or to put it simply; forgery. 😉

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Class neighbour in twenty seconds.misty wood.jpg

I wanted to work on having a foreground. And with light. Hockney isn’t perhaps the best person to learn light from. But I managed to come up with; Misty Wood.horses neck.jpg

Horses neck.wolds-road

The next challenge to choose a piece of his to copy. I went for this (I call mine Wold’s Road) as I felt I knew that road and wanted to travel it again…

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Share, share, share this story of Thanksgiving; until ‘Donald’ sees it and is reminded what it is all really about.

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Share, share, share this story of Thanksgiving; until ‘Donald’ sees it and is reminded what it is all really about.

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Share, share, share this story of Thanksgiving; until ‘Donald’ sees it and is reminded what it is all really about.

Thanksgiving, made possible by only one word…

By only one man.

Those pilgrims they landed they tried and they struggled. Nothing worked. They really suffered. Nothing grew, all the seasons were wrong. They came down with all of the things that were just like at home but different, different enough to do them real harm. They even tried hunting, but even that was other than they had known. This was a new country where God had made things other than they had believed would be possible. As many laid sick and indeed dying, they gave it one more try. A small band went out looking for game and they met with something totally unexpected. This is the word. This is the message. America (Americas) listen. This is the…

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