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Wednesday, 27 October 2010

NEW MATERIAL

SO EVERY WEEK , I'M GOING TO POST A NEW ART PIECE THAT I'VE DONE..BE IT PAINTING, SCULPTURE,SKETCH OR WHATEVER..AND IT'S GOING TO BE INSPIRED BY SOMEONE I'M INFLUENCED BY. FUNNY ENOUGH.YOU GUYS ACTUALLY DO INSPIRE ME IN WAYS THAT YOU CANT EVEN IMAGINE..SO..CHECK IT OUT EVERY MONDAY, AND YOU NEVER KNOW..THERE MIGHT BE AN ARTICLE AND AN ART PIECE JUST FOR YOU. :)

AS ALWAYS..MAKE ART..NOT WAR.

LOVE...

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

The art of vocals and body language embraced by beyonce.

video This video is an excerpt of the movie cadillac records. Basically I wanna share my opinion with you based on the video. The original version by Etta james is no way near as good as this. Beyonce's voice is outstanding she uses her vocals and body language to tell a short story entailing her emotions and feelings for this WHITE man in the video LOL. When i hear this song i get goosebumps, there's no love song like this. Its a pure example of what music used to be like. These days all the soul and emotion has been ripped out of music and replaced with stupid uptempo beats. Art is all about expression, and beyonce portrayed the feelings many women in the world have perfectly i couldn't have asked for more. Comment if you agree :D

Sex, Pain and Lies

I had always wondered why I wasn’t good enough for my husband. I cooked; I cleaned and dressed nicely whenever we were going for one of his fancy evenings. I did everything he wanted so why didn’t he love me? I turned off the television and pulled the sheets underneath my chin. The bed was warm but cold in a way. Every time he put his hand on me I thought of my husband and how he’d lie to me about important business trips that turned out to be romantic getaways in expensive hotels. I was sick of it! I wanted him here with me in our home, in our bed, where he was supposed to be. I knew he was with someone else and whenever I pictured what she might look like, I felt a pain tear my heart apart.

So I found myself in the arms of John Ashe a man I met no more than two weeks ago. He seemed eligible for my purpose. We met at the central park in New York when I was trying so hard to enjoy a picnic by myself. Whenever we talked about how we met he’d say he had to stop and look at me. He’d say he can’t understand why a beautiful lady like me would have a whole picnic alone. I didn’t understand too until I found out that my husband had been having numerous affairs with different women in the past year. Like any other woman I was confused. My husband had chosen me above all else. He married me. Why would he hurt me? I always looked at my finger when I was with John. It was bare and empty and showed no promise. I kept my ring off at all times when I was with him, but it didn’t matter I could still see the mark of my wedding ring, the promise ring of eternal love that Jack had slid on my finger.

‘Suzanne? What’s wrong?’ John held a puzzled expression on his face as I wrapped myself tightly around him. I did it because I didn’t know what else to do. I wanted my husband and if having an affair would make him realise how much he was supposed to love me, then I would consume John in every way possible.

‘I’m fine. I just want to hold on to you. I’m afraid you’re going to leave really soon.’ I was lying, and hoping it wasn’t obvious.

‘I’ll stay as long as you want me Suzie, You know that. Don’t you?’ Did I? Did I know that he was willing to stay longer than I had bargained for? Did I know that I was leading him on? I smiled innocently even though I was as guilty as the devil himself.

‘I Know John, I know.’ I sighed deeply and placed my head on his chest as our bodies intertwined.

Emily was bewildered by the fantastic shapes below us as we flew over the Grand Canyon. I couldn’t take my eyes of her. Her neck was embraced by exquisite jewels and her body was engulfed by a stunning black dress. She looked at me and when I looked into her eyes I felt bold and daring. I felt how every man wanted to feel, wanted. She sat no less than three inches away from me and yet she stared at me, breathed hard like I was a mile away. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her, lifted her up onto my lap and put her legs around my waist. She moaned heavily. It sounded like musical notes forcing their way out of an instrument, but I loved it.

‘Why is today the last jack?’ She whispered weakly in my ear.

‘I know you’re upset, but this is what we agreed on, two weeks you know that!’

She looked out the window. The Grand Canyon was gone. We were in New York now. I could see the lights and tall buildings and suddenly felt the urge to turn back.

‘Call me when you need me jack I’m always here.’ She leaned on me. I kissed her chestnut hair.