Escape from your reality. Venture into a world of pure fantasy and imagination.
Art themed on culture from the mind of a dreamer.
" What is culture? Is it a way of life? Is it general customs and beliefs, of a particular group of people at a specific time? Is it music, art, theatre, literature? Or does culture evolve from organised religion or conflict? As a child, I was fascinated by the behaviour of people and somewhat amused by it all. There appeared to be a general rule to function as a unit, a form of collective understanding of fair and favourable exchange. Whatever it was, all I could do was participate in the show and occasionally question the experience." J.Sol
The power of a city lies deep within its structure.
Machines generate movement on the streets, pipes enable the flow of energy to the engines littered everywhere, and light brings life to everything.
When I hear music, I see colours, patterns, shapes, energy, shadows, auras, candy floss, exotic birds, the galaxy, my future, my past, love, fear, pain, belief, awareness, compassion, Debussy, candy floss, desire, passion, contrast, the devil and God.
Seven notes can produce a million masterpieces.
The agricultural, industrial, and technological ages have left their mark on this earth.
Will the spiritual age be the pawn that dethrones the age of man?
Old-fashioned, traditional love is no longer the norm. Nowadays, the experience begins with symbols projected on the screens of electronic boxes. No more dates, real interactions or bad experiences....one can remain still and simply engage others with emojis.
The freedom of art lives on Brick-lane, the shadow of Shoreditch awaits gentrification
and monetisation of the free.
Cut & Taste
The City experience is a sequence of snapshots and soundbites.
Many come for a cut of the action while others dream of tasting the edge.
Manchester is a place where dreams do come true. The bees make the honey, the honey fuels imagination, imagination creates the ethic; the ethic produces magic.
Surely the Queen has a personality beyond the one stamped in our heads.
Manchester is my miracle city.
I experienced many colours and shapes here. I observed the movements of those who gave it life and ignored the stillness of those who fell into its magic puddle.
A million bees maketh the man
Industry is raw, rough, challenging, heartbreaking, moving, cold, fake, oppressive,
controlling, uninspiring, depressing, soul destroying, uncomfortable, painful, and black.
Once you embrace all of the above all that’s left is the WORKER.
Life is gift-wrapped in a broken box.
You consume in a box, put your money in a box, eat from a box, hang your square hat in a box, watch the box, work in a box, drive in a box, type on a box, call your mom on a box, watch time in a box, display awards in a box, go up and down in an electric box, and die in a box. There are no straight lines in nature, how many do you experience in your day?
Head of State
As a young artist, I was somewhere between a self-created hell and an industry that was made up of machines,
rules and dead ends. I instinctively kept moving towards a principle.
I am art, I am industry, I am the head of State!
Find No Enemy
If there is no enemy inside
No enemy outside can ever do you harm.
Fear and love cannot occupy the same space, find thy self.
SEX, DRUGS, POWER.......DO YOU HAVE THE CAPITOL?
The meteoric rise of an idol is no coincidence. The journey of stardom starts with the discovery of natural talent. From there, exposure to the world creates endless opportunity and monetary success. But at what price? At what cost to the idol and the worshippers? Neither win, both are consumed, and the natural talent becomes immaterial.
The root of Manchester lies deep within its lines, structures and shapes. The soul of Manchester lies deep within its nature. From the sky, Manchester appears rural with splashes of industry and human activity. The roads that lead into the body of the city make web-like patterns that lead into smaller bodies of life. In the day, this vision is rich with greens and browns and at night, all you can see is electric yellows and blues.
At a glance, the city’s magic is utterly seductive.
However, the closer you look, the wonder offers nothing more than repetitive patterns in undefined lines.
Three women are exposed to influence the girl. They present to the masses. They decorated the material world. They elevate stardom. If you know the three, you are powerless to know the girl.
Three steps to make an Empire.
1. Limit their access to natural resource.
2. Survey their every move under the guise of protection.
3. Transform their experiences of reality by creating another one.
I love the sticky stuff
I’m attracted to the dark stuff
I desire the unknown stuff
I follow the obscure stuff
I’m a collector of the exotic stuff snd a creator of the mundane stuff
I consume it all in private when In public
My only pleasure is in conforming to the safe stuff.
Some things are better left alone.
So you offered yourself to another person.
You gave them all that you are.
You opened the doors, allowing everything in.
They offered you an idea of them.
They gave you everything you needed, desired and didn't know existed.
They walked through your door, knowing you would eventually walkout.
You don’t choose your family. They are God’s gift to you, as you are to them.
There are worlds within our own where angels and demons co-exist.
They drift beneath the surface and survey the land. If you look down into the earth you can observe their movements.
Take a glance up to the heavens and you may just move with them.
You see, freedom has a way of destroying things.
We watch everything that is so carefully planned to be fair, that is created to inspire,
that is curated to serve self-expression, eventually collapse.
The liberal mind is at work and smiles at the beauty of destruction.
The world is living, breathing art.
There is no such thing as perfection.
It is the flaws that make us human.
Embrace your nature and uncover the texture.
I never been one to hide my feelings
Baby, you blow my mind
I dream of your stars beyond my ceiling
I stare at them all the time
I imagine myself inside your rainbow
I imagine myself in your sky
You are the reason there's space in soul
You are the reason I'm high.
She remains my one constant.
My fear is I will lose her and be constantly
Nature uses only the longest threads to weave her patterns, so that each small piece of her fabric reveals the organisation of the entire tapestry.
Loving you in space, in a never-ending kiss, under your gaze, I can peacefully exist.
Supernatural galactic swirls, nothing compares to this.
I’m inside the outer worlds, floating in pure bliss.
Much of human behavior can be explained by watching the wild beasts around us. They are constantly teaching us things about ourselves and the way of the universe, but most people are too blind to watch and listen. Maybe they need to see them as dimensional forms, as vectors.
I dream about things that never appear in my reality.
In the day, I move as another person, doing what's needed in someone else's dream.
At night, when I am still, I do nothing and everything. I am all of me.
I hope that one day my heart will beat away from all days and nights, and I become the dream.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
Life can be a wonderful ballet, letting us express all the values we are living for if the sky of our imagination remains open to passion.
Self-reflection entails asking yourself questions about your values, assessing your strengths and failures, thinking about your perceptions and interactions with others, and imagining where you want to take your life in the future.
Explosions in space created particles that came together to create life. Life evolved into energy, and energy manifested experience. We are in this realm, and we call it life. Here, we are destructive and creative. It appears to be real and false. Whatever it is, and our perception of it, we are made from the stars we no longer experience.
There were civilisations on earth long before any European influence. For thousands of years, humans formed structures, society, and community. They collaborated with the gods and formed spirituality, understanding the actual connection between nature, the mind and life. They valued every living entity, nurturing it, knowing its potential and magnificence. Somehow, by action and intention, it all changed. Unfortunately, my leaders neglected to empower me, my parents failed to inspire me, and my teachers could not enlighten me of one fact. We had everything in the world before Columbus.
Dreams and nightmares are beautiful.
They can lead you to freedom or the desire to be free.
It swings both ways.
Brave new worlds
Most men and women will grow up to love their servitude and will never dream of revolution,
self creation or imagine the universe in their hands.
Every family has a bad apple, the one that loves to fall from the tree.
Does the apple need to stop relishing rebellion and start conforming?
Or do the others need to stop expecting and start accepting?
London is watching you. At every turn, at every moment, you are the star of the surveillance show. They are continually zooming in and out, cameras on the streets, inside the buildings and in your hand. Make sure you behave in the manner befitting the city and its rules. Otherwise, you will face the consequences, it's i.
Being yourself is the valuable currency than an exchange for being in character.
Don't lose yourself in the ether.