I had so much fun producing the blog and the art that inspired it.

most of the things I write about come from personal experiances and desires I have for the outcomes of some of those experiances.

Sometimes I wish I could go back into time and say better things to change how a situation occured. Sometimes I wish that a situation was simply generic and speical to only that moment, but I find so many can relate to this stories and as I have said in previous blogs, my one real desire in sharing any of this information is in the hope that in helping others I can help myself.

If you have not read the short story that coincides with the piece of art recently posted be sure to site referances to www.avproductionsblog.wordpress.com

Our affiliate produces share a lot of thoughts that fuel the magaizine Adventgradepress.com & Advent Voice along side promoters like @Scope2Mars. He is a swell individual and just wants to share with the world stories behind the art and would not mind getting other voices and artist into the fun of being seen and heard.

A lot of the time I am asked what does all of my art comprise of? What is the real purpose behind it?

For me illustration and the art behind composing stories through this craft I have a hard time really getting across to my readers and on lookers the point. I honestly feel if they got it. If the really understood where I stood, I would have more people interacting with me. It is because I am brushed off and people love to say, "It is an Unfair world," and I should just settle for what is given; I have engineered a meening that is ahead of it's time and that is why I am the only doing it. But I think it is a fair question.

To get a real grasp of what my art, prose, and articles are about Checkout some of the latest posts found @ www.avproductionsblog.wordpress.com or read Black Amethyst found @ www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AVplusME dig deep into the art and the stories that motivate them!

My newest blog is called Mr.26...no one will tell the real story of the man that broke out of a Federal Prison for food and supplies but I think in the search of liberation and the essance of what makes America the land of the Free and home of the Brave; this piece is all the motivation one needs to create the art that is before you! 

( Incerpt from Poems of Love and March in the City)

written by Clive Dawson:

Making contact with people of interests has always been a work of art to me.

People are innately curious, all the time. I say something on twitter, one word, and I'll make 500-1000 impressions in that one bracket of communication. The gift of gab.

It has not always equated into revenue but the potential is there, everytime a person presents themseleves to be curious, dash a like, retweet what I have said. If they just simply click, there curiosity has been peeked and an open door is all a creator needs.

I was a great sales man in my hey day~ A great influencer~ to this day. I feel I've cheated myself if I've not made someone laugh or inquire about life. Then I have these days when I don't want to talk to anyone.

I am beat in the head with this idea of, "What is the point?" I send out proposals never to hear from anyone~ Not even a letter suggesting that they reviewed my letter but at the moment we can't use you~

Something is better than noting; and Nothing can't or will never create Something.

~I remember a time when THE PINK PANTHER THEME SONG was always in my head.~ My life was a continued Jazzfest~What you would call an "A game." I was not even amped or high~I wsa just certain of where I wanted to be and where I was going~

Then the Recession hit~ Nothing was certain ever again.

I did not even want a woman.

I was thankful not to have lost my mind.

Now people look at me with constant questions, never sure what it is they desire to know about me and are upset that I am not forth coming:

How many of you want to hear from the man that could illustrate Death chasing him, witches, flaming lion heads, Burning airplanes and women that crush the heart of a man?

In order to truly grasp my story, to truly understand me~I must take you on this long dark jounrey through my mind: much to my own displesure; I find myself doing the very thing that made Stephen King a nuisance; at least to me he was, (I feel it is a mark of a poor writer): Dragging you along with promises of a wonderful ending; something lite, but in order to reach it; that perch on the mountain, you have to release sweat from ever pour.

Every piece of art displayed so far is just another part of me.

If I was to truly depict to the world who I am~It would be a man who witnessed to gates of heaven open only to have it said, "It is not your time, you are not worthy, return to the land of the living and this time, everything that you loved belongs to another demension, the people will not remember you, you were forgotten and there was no mark that you ever existed."

 Your Mission If You Choose To Except It: Make a new mark, climb to the tallest mountain but never reveal who you really are to the ones you loved.

I remember the love of my life, before she had my son, she would say things like, "I wish you did not love me as much as you do."

We really did not know what love was: such a pitty to bring a child in the world and not know what love is.

IF you desire to read more about Clive Dawson and the Jazzfest that plays in his mind:

Pick up Black Amethyst @ https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/AVplusME

Thank you so much to fans and passer byers. You all that take the time to read and be entertained are the only reasons anyone creates anything. To have those read a prose or jam to the lyrics set to the beats of our heats, makes this adventure worth remembering.

(This lyrical story is set to motion and culmiated by real events: though names and settings change due to privacy and a belief that life is fulll of lessons the chorus might be something you have wanted to sing before and I welcome you all to do so in the shower the next time you think of that....)

Marriage of Conviece~

No matter how many times you smile

You have to remember you married that FAT LiPPED ziGGA!

You were a liberated woman, no one could give you an ultimatum. Never could it be said that I didn't try to S-A-V-E you from your own enternal disgust. I was a dream for ya; You were so insecure, so sure, that I'd stop dreamin' of ya, projecting the thoughts of others onto a man that spoke honestly, earnestly, trying to get you to understand~ what it meant  to be a man.

The difference between them fairytale critters who sold ya dreams of mansions, money, fame, corralled you with pyramid schemes, encouraging you that in order to be somebody you gotta PAY-to-PLAY the game. The jokes on you,

HAHAHA

~While your sittin' in the sun~

Marriage of Convience~

You'll always have to remember you married that FAT LiPPED wiCCan

I wrote it all in a song, in hopes to catch you singing along, crowd pleaser, pumppin' you up cuz ya sleezie. We had dreams of touching space. Extacy was no fantasy, You were real to me, I only gave you ultimatiums because the world can be a rough place. I never minded goin' with you to the parties; I thought you were cute as button, flashing the world, in that dress that I bought you.

We were livin' large and it was so cool of us. Now you gotta remember

You married that FAT LiPPED ziGGA.

You'll always remember me as the lyracists that never sold you dreams of us, never going to marry you cause it was CONVIENCE. Never treated you like a trophy.

You were my sister, I never dis ya.

Truth is I miss ya.

Now you gotta remember You married that FAT LiPPED ziGGA!

Ain't No Rest for the Wicked:

That is how the flames feel when they begin to lick ya: They warp your mind, you being to loose vision~Forgetting all the lessons of analytics I departed wit-cha. I found you going from MAN to MAN.

oooh I caught ya slippin. You can listen to those acclaimed rich prostitutes as they teach you how to sell cakes in the kitchen. Sell your soul for a little bit of gold, just remember, you marreied that FAT ziGGA.

I am so thankful to a few lessons I emparted to you are showing, I don't see my son being flashed all over the Social Media, there are no trANNIES around trying to teach him how to be a MAN.

Again I am chocked up about your Marriage of Convience~ just remember you chose the marry that FAT LiPPED Losser.

Twitter is the new time square. You'll find me in the middle of the crowd, cause for the life of me, I'll always be singing your praises, another green board dictation, you got your pen ready cause I am not going to say this out loud~

Spoken word, which leads to action is how you get what your seekin'~that's the secret~ so sorry about your marriage of convience, just remember you decided to LiNK Ball and ChaIN to that FAT ziGGA, I can only bless ya, while you carry that load life dealt ya.

They will call men like me (Captain Save A-Hoe) cause I beleive in marriage. I pitty them cause every time I see them I make them remember like the fifth of november, You decided to marry that FAT SiCk ziGGA. I hope your enjoying your

Marriage of Convience~

( SO MANY MARRIAGES END IN DIVORCE BECAUSE OF LIMP ***ICK MEN)

As I look back I remember how much I loved FLCL.

The story, the animation, the company as a whole..what ever they made I went looking for it.

I recently looked at one of my pieces of art and I could see there influence in my life through my art. It was a good influence. It is a compliment of the kindest regards. (They should be flattered really) That there style will not die and might even develope a new name over the years as people try to out do them.

In the mean time I am going to keep riding on shooting stars!

We really can do nothing in this life, worth while, without the input of others. After a project is developed and polished, after a song is created, after a book is written, it behooves the creator to take time to tell those that helped them, THANKS!

Most of the people that I interact with, I really wish I had there mailing addresses so I could send them post cards or christmas gifts for there kinds words. That is half the problem with the internet, people are so subject to believe that everyone on it is set out to swindle, abuse, harm, disturbe them in some way and well I guess it is because I am a Millennial> I have never felt put down by those I interact with on the internet. Instead I like to take everything that is around me and use it to express vibrance in some way. I don't know the woman's name from Slovakia but it is not important. What is important is that she knows, she has helped to create something wonderful.

One day I will have to ask her why she likes men in capes?

Why the color sky blue?

Why a white scarf?

She really did have fun telling me what to do and I can only hope it brought a smile to her face.

The next best thing about creating a character no one has heard of...You can recreate it over and over until it really speaks to you.

I am a very critical artist and in order to get over myself, Good, Bad, Ugly...I feel the art must be seen and I will not hold onto a piece I've created. That only sets to put holes in the paper.

I really need to make sure this is clear because she was very dissapiointed by the remark: Croatia is not Slovenian. I was disappointed that I could not put her Tatras in this is piece, but as I have been developing illustrations I have found less is more and this is a foundation that I dread leaving. I find it a shame that our attentions spans can not handle more than an 8x11 showcase. Suppose I had bigger paper then the mountains could have been seen and all the green that Slovikia has to offer....I have come to terms with this and hope my audience does as well.

I can never say thank you enough @HornyTogether for all that you have inspired in me.

This really is a piece of art that a believer in hunting can appreciate.

So I have friends online from so many countries. People that stop by and show appreciation for my style and the things I like to talk about.

Slovakia is one of them.

As I got to thinking, out of all of my travels that is one country I really don't know a lot about and when I ask my friends, what is it like...I really don't get a lot. Well  I feel bad because no one really has to ask what is America like. It is a country that is still suffering from an Identity crisis and asking for renewal and reformation from Victorian ideals.

(I remain in the middle in these sudo-political discussions because I hold the opionion that America is the land of the free and expression is still desired from those that live here.)

I was thinking that my newest project should be one that supports the idea of Slovakia, though I have never been, I have always felt art is supposed to capture a moment. Much like contemporary music, theater, prose, wrtings. All of it is supposed to reflect the country or theme, something so that when someone asks, "What is your world like?"

What better way to communicate such a complex topic, than from a perception on the canvas, or a panel.

After I do my homework I think I will be able to come up with something that impresses my friends on the other side of the pond.

(If you could describe Slovakia in one word what would you say?):

Please consider my style of art when thinking of ways to assist in this conversation:

Try it yourself...to bring to life a place you have not seen, but from one word or phrase can envision and bring those that have never been, to another country.

Does anyone remember Super Milk Chan?

Can anyone tell me why this show was blocked so often?

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The show centers on the activities of Milk, a 5-year-old superhero who may or may not actually have any powers and can do very little besides making popular culture references. Its American slogan, as a result, became "Wholesome? Probably not. Good for you? Definitely." She lives in a house on a suspended platform with her malfunctioning robotic maid Tetsuko and her drunken pet slug Hanage (nosehair). The show follows a fairly linear formula. In each episode, the President (of "Everything", according to his name) calls with a new mission; whether Milk actually takes the mission is not guaranteed. Regardless of whether or not she takes the mission, she always takes credit and celebrates her success by going out for "sushi (or something)." Likewise, there are a number of other constants that follow through the series, often under contrived circumstances.

All of those episodes are rated TV-PG. It was later made into 12 full-length episodes, which are rated TV-14 in the United States. An alternate dub with American pop-culture references, harsher language and newly-shot live-action sequences with the ADV Films cast aired on Anime Network and was rated TV-MA.[1]

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I have always wanted to know how people became offended by the idea of it?

Was it because it show cased what the American media had become and still trying to be...or was it because they used the words President? Did people feel it was a mockery of our American system? Did no one find it amusing or at least insightful?

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It brings to mind this new book written by WOLF and so many other publications that have been filed into the pit of the forgotten because they shined lights onto truths most would like to ignore, or call lies.

Recently I spoke of a woman that has turned my ears wide open. We will call her Raven Hair for the story. (This is not just becaue I don't know her name, but because most people don't like to know you are writing about them...at least until the end of the story).

Its been a year or more and we have not spoken more than two words to one another, but it is obvious that we desire more. So I gave her my card. I was amused at the idea that as I picked up my favorite sin: I handed her a card that discloses my occupation~In disclosing my occupation I tell a lot, a lot that would not have been said on the first date.

I tell her how I am a believer in Jesus and that I am an artist and because I am picking up ciggaretts for the past year I have been having problems with my faith. ( I suppose any faith worth having is the one that is tested): We always find ways to justify and clean up our faces, escepially when we want to make a good impression. With Raven Hair I did not worry about impressions and it felt nice to let my hair down.

I asked about her vacation from work: ( She enjoyed it.)  Welll we all enjoy vacations.

She asked about my own and I told her I never release.

I never get a vacation and hear is why, I hand her my card. Despite my ciggerettes she has always wanted a way to reach me and because I am a man I have to be the first to make the move. (It is written in stone somewhere that in the dance of flashing eyes and moving lips, nothing will further take place in the relations of man and woman until the man makes the move.) I knew it was a safe move a year ago. (Handing her my card I mean).

I am just so different from the man that I used to be...at least I would like to think...

I have this pain in my heart when I dream of her black hair in my hands and the scent of her, the feel of her. To know we could never marry, let alone date. We could do nothing save for speak and even the speaking with her the she calls me sweetie sets me to dreaming of the way she tastes.

In hopes of never committing a sin...denoucing fornication, one night stands, even a blow job. I must purge her from my mind...That is until I see her again and hear the words that tickle my fancy....

SWEETIE.

I defend her by suggesting there is nothing to it. It is a term of endearment placed upon every man that walks through the door and it is her job that requires cheerieness and that smile. If not me, any other man would hear her whisper "sweetie,'" upon there departure.  Any other man...

I gave her to card and departed~Did not tell her to look me up, did not ask her to call and cared not for further engagment. If I can not give her what she desires, what more can be expected of our knowing eachother.

You know I've lived in the south so long, I really know better than to allow this word..."Sweetie," to get the best of me.

"Sweetie."

It has always been a simple social expression, nothing was ever to be inferred from it. Women really are safe to share it~This term of endearment~with anyone they choose. I could never tell you why I look forward to hearing it~very laughable to find I can still be made to blush.

Her defense: She is just as social with others as she is with me.

WHY DID YOU GIVE HER YOUR CARD!!??

Because she called me "sweetie."

You know you are a putz right?

I am certian nothing will come of it~She will never read a colmn or seek to know the man that never pays her mind, besides hello and good bye.

In this game of flashing eyes and dancing lips are men alone in these thoughts of arousal? I am made to wonder is she goes home regretting not speaking beyond the words of, "sweetie;" does she not feel torment in her fingers is not being able to touch?

Does she wrestle in her mind or am I no different than any other guy and in time will I pass from her mind as she is made to blush for another, "Sweetie?"

New story and thoughts for the new year.. sharing with those that appreciate fun ideas and trending art.

 https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2018/01/07/what-do-you-desire/