I really can't say enough about "Tag the Nation!" I really love how in a short time that piece of art work recieve such a wonderful ovation. I can tell people really enjoyed the production and that is what all this work is for.

It is a way to emphasize topics that are important and will remain important as long as we are willing to talk about them. I was looking at my tag the nation piece and I was trying to remember the word for when a person can not stop cursing....

I had just felt that the band on the stage may suffer from this illness and I wonder if I should even mention that...lol

Ain't no rest for wicked:

Will be the new theme for up coming piece.

Digging deep in the canvas of my mind and I am going to show you all what I can do!

So far what you've seen has been bogey for bogey, Under par,  nice attempts, fun experiance. Nothing professionally graded but I feel it from deep inside, something special to arise. No I will not be denied.

If I was a betting man, and I am, I would say what is creeping in my mind

Will change my life for the better.

Keeping my eyes on the prize!

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The crowd looks at my pocker hand on the table.

I am sitting on tripple kings.

What could be better.

Go all in, is the cheering from the stands, but there is a check in my gut.

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I know of something so much better.

Head bowed low, meditating in the solice of my red room, lights are casting shades and shadows.

Depths are wishpering inspiration from a place I've only been once. A mirror sits in the corner. The image asks me what do I see.

Mr. Muse I see a world that has been untouched, pure and free.

Are you willing to give it to me?

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Aint no rest for wicked:

Dear Bruce Willis,                                                                                                                                             12/6/17

 I’ve been a fan of yours since, “Death Becomes Her,” and “Fifth Element.”

You were around much longer than that, but when those movies came out, my VHS was burned through by the time I was done with those. Naturally your role in Pulp Fiction only made me keep you on my movie radar even more. There are times when I find myself asking the numerous women of my life about their pot bellies and blue berry pancakes, just so I never forget that scene about how important the details of our lives can become.

  How important they should be to us; and how wonderfully sexy pot bellies can be.

Well while I was sitting here thinking about your numerous roles and your need to always save America from itself, I was wondering, “How did Fifth Element, make you feel as an actor?”

Where you satisfied with the movie? I only ask because I always felt there was a parallel between Fifth Element and Blade Runner. I never read the book for Fifth Element and after thinking about it I wish I had. But I did read the Blade Runner series and because I only have your role in Fifth Element to make this judgement call, all I can say is for a movie all about a bad ass guy saving the world, it could have out done Blade Runner right?

  It might have in viewings but what about plot line. I mean both are set in a future where there is gender confusion, political upheaval, the good guy seen as a bad guy because he will use a gun to defend himself and certain ideas brought to bare that can be seen as relatable with our present day conversation.

 i.e. gender confusion(bi curious) reporters/DJ hosts giving out free cruises to ex-cop taxie drivers.

That script line always disturbed me as a child. “How could Chris Tucker dance around on set like that, then turn around and ask to fight with Jackie Chan.”

That was a sad day for Black America~

I am not a reporter, I am not looking to advance my career, I have not told you what my profession is because I’ve set to go my own way~ you all have made it; we the entertained must applaud and watch the productions.

Only after watching you in Fifth Element I could not help but ask myself, “what more did Bruce want from that movie?”

You know before you, there were very few “Action Stars,” for us young men to immolate. I mean Black kids had Wesley Snipes but he was no Bruce Willis. Snipes could run a city but he could never stop aliens or Zed the way you did.

It was just one of those things at the time I guess~ There will never be an action star like you to come either. It is so sad for me, to watch the idea of, “MAN,” die. I sit in my high tower remembering the power babe’s falling for the strong man that solved all the problems and made sense of the world. Now men are being told to back off from the sets, keep their hands and mouths to themselves, unless they are willing to kiss the same sex on camera: Which was never an option for your movie “Fifth Element” even when they had a black bi curious (reprobate minded) character; they still made him act out his fantasies on a female flight attendant:

Why do things have to change? Why does “Man” have to die and why is he only seen as a hero when he is wearing some gay costume?  Another bother for me, you had all these beautiful women on stage with you, we all knew it was a movie, the love, the kissing, the blowing up of things. All an act. Of course in real life I would never test your metal. Yet not because I am afraid of you; but because I respect you. You’re an actor and I’ve come to feel when people can no longer distinguish between what is real and what is an act, then we have a problem. I’ve seen you half naked on screen with a few women in the same scene and they, “act like,” they are interested in you sexually, it helps the movie along. But you know I could never ask have you done anything with them off set.

It’s none of my business…you know.

Then the question arises why are the men the only to blame.

Doesn’t it take two to tango?

                                                                                                                                                                Your fan,

                                                                                                                                                LaughingSmiles

I have been chatting it up with some great supporters and users of the NG industry and have found some wonderful information that I think will help all new creators and there motivations.

A while back the idea was to close off certain pratictioners of the site from using material from other sources.

You know name copyrights and just all the things that legal protect people from Creative Identiy theft.

Well we all have legal battles sometimes in the war of creative relevancy. Someone will always chime in and say they had an idea first or that they can do yours better and dub a new name and win all the proceeds. Etc etc.

I say etc because in the battle of creative relevancy it is a battle royal and the one at the top of the heep will win.

I give many cheers for those that have had to fight legal disbutes over who had an Idea first. Win or lose those that have these debates have done one of two things.

They made someone notice there talent: That is why someone is complaining.

Two: They remain infamous because they were able to upset a corporation who is making millions off of an idea and they have shown themselves to be just as talented if not better.

When a corporation begins asking you to cease and disist in making content with something to do with there work and are not willing to pay you for your ideas, there is  a little monkey on my shoulder that begins asking the question, "Why do they care that I have Nitindo characters doing things they never dreamed of and have not made a proceed from the idea yet? Why have they not offered to pay me for my idea, shouldn't I be broaching them for a contract?"

In the words of Jay-Z: when those with money come knocking on your door and asking for a cut from your work or for you to stop working>>>

****K You, PAY ME!

Promo work can be just as challanging. Can you imagine the creator of Grim tales and or Aesop fables or any literal mogul coming to you and asking you to stop using the ideas for your posters that come from my writings, please stop being creative?

Why can this not be interpreted for game developers like Nintindo, Capcom, and Sega, or an other E3 developers, who begin to become upset with the merchindise creating potential of those that have the talent. How can the creators of Zone of Enders become upset when jet fighters and giant robots are all the rave and people get the idea to create prints based on the ideas?

Instead of getting mad, they should just write a check and sign me up to create for them.

Don't sue me. Pay me!

Of course I say infamy is grand, but I don't want to deal with crazy lawyers banging on my door about copy rights so I like to create original work and surf the net for potential buyers of an idea.

Now can I go around suing people that look at my work, capatilze on something I missed out on, and not give me credit? I could but why would I, I would just ask to be paid my little compensation fee and have a nice day.

Well in a world of civilized people that is....

 I was a huge Well of Souls fan as kid growing up.

If you have never read his books I suggest you do and watch some of the Youtube Clip art of his work.

He was a good artist too.

There are some stories that fit our world no matter what time frame and his where one of those.

I can't really say his art inspired my own, but his writing style and just the way he saw things made me laugh and just enjoy life.

I wonder how many of you are old enough to appreciate his work?

To those that have given me positive views on my art work. Those that find some pleasure and are made to laugh or just think...Thank you so much for the stars.

Some times I wake up in the morning and count my stars like I count the tonkens at the Arcade and I am ready to scap the previous persons high score.

"Media Spin rooms." is a wonderful piece. It tells so many truths about how it is not easy but when we do it, it is so freeing. It fits into the same dialouge as "Unplugged." For those that missed the point all together, what I was illustrating was the idea that we find ourselves with writters block, blank canvases, no musical inspiration because of what we find we are hearing on a day to day basis.

 For instance, If I had never watched T.V. or listened to the radio, I never would have developed this idea that somewhere in the world there is a school of women being raised and groomed to affect our political manunvers in this country and if they don't like you or think the things you say *UCK, are willing to send you to prison for 3-5 years behind false allegations and if you happen to die or have your head cut off or suffer some horrible disaster behind the things said about you, that is perfectly fine, as long as you are not in a position of power.

These same women are willing to place ahead of them another man, someone they chose to say the things they desire and sometimes it just so happens the man is more depraved then the one they desired to get rid of.

That has boggled my mind for quite some time.

If I never listened to the radio, I would not have this idea about music; It all sounds the same to me and at times I can't tell who from who and the message fits a set motif. So that being said I pick one song I like, I follow that band for a while, until someone else comes up witha motif that fits more of my mood for that day, I follow them for a year or two. Does not change the fact that after I check out my play list, I find that all of it reminds me of the theme song from "Buffy the Vampire Slayer." Which most of you are either too young to know about or too old to care, So I find myself in the middle trying to figure out why every band I enjoy reminds me of THE OFFSPRINGS.

I like them don't get me wrong.

I have just noticed that when I turn off all the lights my mind swtiches to something else and no longer do I feel controlled by the metronomes of the Offsprings

What I really desire are the elcletic sounds of Hozier:

I don't know why he reminds me of Hoobastank.

I do not make art to be approved.

I do not seek to be agreeable. I do not beleive art is formulated or will ever fit someone's rules. I have seen so many productions that have been determined as ugly or useless mediums and they will have a message so unique I feel only pity for those that missed it.

I do not write books that fit some mode of expression that we are already used to. Books that regurgitate the same endless romantic agenda and idea of love that every child dream of to the point when they are adults they are still dreaming of what they wanted when they were children. Stale mediums make for stale presentation. The one thing you can take away from what I distrubute is the fact that you have never seen it before.

  I had the idea first, gaudy or not, when you take the time to say something about someone's Art be sure to let it reflect a respect and a healthy balance of truth.  

Honstely the saying will continue, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." Can you honstely sit here and tell me that you alone have a voice of reason as to what is beautiful. Nope. Half the time you are so controled by the, "Media spin room," your ideas of beauty and truth are conditioned by what you are used to.

  Point is, after you allow the works to grow on you. Something wonderful happens. A story unfolds and potentials for something new become monumental.

I have never had a televioson chase me in my dreams, Have you?

I find it almost comical. What I don't find funny is how easy we can be programed to say something, form a belief, not speak to someone, or not eat meat because of what we saw or heard on T.V.

In previous posts I gave history of where my art and style began. The thought process and what I had hoped to achieve. What I really wanted and still desire from my art.

Many have said I am a lot better than I think. (This is news well recieved and pivtol to making everything come together)

I had definitions for my style and approach to art. I still at times wonder what others can tell me about and what they would call it. Many have said it is comic book style and that is what I went with. I never argued. I am an anthologist, anyone that can take one word and develope the stories through images as I can is so much more than an illustrator. I was viewing some gallaries today and liked a lot of what I saw. $500.00 art pieces from minds that showed an ingenuity many would envy. There was one piece that I like called "Blue Resistance." (You would never guess how the artist decided to illustrate that idea and when you see it, you will understand why it is worth $500.00)

I could never recreat it and I never would want to. They did a mighty job though.

Back to the discussion at hand.

I am producing all this work and I love every piece. They are my children as much as my books are my children. Every piece or work is worth so much more than any asking price. So I don't ask. I just bask in the memory of that day when I had my table, I had my solitude and my ideas and brought them to life on the canvas, showcased them online and shared with the world my most hidden expressions of thought.

I was 16 when I really began to delve into the world of art. I was 16 when I realized that I could do it all and could make a go of it and have a gallarie and a showcase and a moment to enlighten people of what love and loss is.

That is what I had hoped to do with "RED LOVE.," and "Howl for your love."

There is something so warming in the thought that Red Ridding Hood could really have loved the Wolf and never wanted to see him killed. Maybe she really loved the beast and how he made her feel. To feel anything is better than not feeling at all. His gaze would ravish her and the blush of red that flashed her cheeks as he looked at her from across the field that seperated them. Any field, the fields of success, the fields of family ties, the fields of expectations;

Expecting a wolf to ever become civilized and roam the city streets with her, without making the town people throw pitch forks and flamed torches, constantly harranging her to stick with her own kind.

Kind, Kind: the very word implies that she or any man are something more than beasts: When she is alone with the wolf the truth is realized and it is only through acceptence of her role in the order of life could she ever come to terms with having loved the pelt that kept her warm at night.

Why was the seperation so hard?

Why did it take an Axe to grind things back into it's proper place?

Because love cuts deep, especially when it is unrequitted.

I could relate to the Wolf as a child growing up. Not  only because all the older women suggested I had the eyes of a wolf, or would joke and call me a wolf. That was only ironic. No, I related to the Wolf because deep down that beast desired love. So when the love was denied and rejection became a constant spoon full of medicine to keep my aritisic mind sedated and my family would not seek to cultivate this skill;

I had decied to Howl like a wolf for all the other artists, waving the red banner of love for expression, cheering the crowds that surrounded me and never denying those I find with this gift, the encouragement that is needed to be remember for more than the beasts that we are. 

So I have in mind a lot of fun pieces that I have hidden away in my collection.

Red Riding Hood has come to mind a few times and I am letting you all know now that is going to be fun to give her a go.

I did a piece that kind of sets the stage for it.

Do you remember, "Howl for your love?"

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Little curly blond woman howling to the night and carrying a tarrot card of the wolf that she has in her sight. Rose around the collar bone how beautiful she is in Black and White. Oh my darling ridding hood forget not the wolf's bite, transform only to avoid the storm. What storm prey tell? The storm that is seen in his eyes as our lips doth meld.  I do believe that is how puppies are born.

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Well after the rose peddling tropplip of a wolf loving woman decides to steal a kiss, we come to find that there is more to this story and it does not end so well for Mr. Wolf.  In a few days you will see if a bullet can end the spell or if she is just too love struck to let him go.

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I think it will be better than that scene from the titanic when Jack had to decide between the fish or Kate and he chose the fish.

There is this artist in Seattle that has her own flavor and is pretty hot stuff over there.

She is opeing up a new gallery with all new art. I subscribe to her website and check out her stuff from time to time and I always enjoy the sites.

I have dreams of taking a flight and having coffee with her and asking her about her style and what she likes about it and what she does not.

http://www.smithandvalleegallery.com/store/c49/Ruthie_V..html

I called her one time and asked her what did she think of my work. She was really positive and told me to keep producing work, never stop.

I never really knew what to do with that information. I thought at first that it was just something you tell people to keep them quite and to appease them. She was really telling me that my stuff is "whatever and she was too busy." That is how I felt at first but then I thought wait, she is an artist and she looked at my stuff and was giving me a compliement. That was a good thing. I was happy and thought I would share her with all of my friends, tell them to send her some work. She is cool and won't mind sharing her thoughts with you on the phone.