Have you read THE BOTANY BAY OF THE MILKY WAY -no! You hav'nt lived- Betty Shine Sunday Times bestseller did - comment = Brilliant writing

 

 

 

Bird Lands To Feed On Mud Flats -Watercolour

 

 

 

My Retirement Villa

 

 

 

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Steam Train Wood - Watercolour

Steam Train By The Sea ..Oil

 

The Astonomer Loyal ...SOLD

6ft x 4ft mixed media

 

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Oil 5ft x 5ft Sold

 

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After Constantine murdered his mother and boiled his wife in oil the subtle cosmic law of reincarnation was replaced with a desperate need for this catharsis in all levels of creativity. It commenced with religious art for before that the Greeks had no word for art because they did not conceive it as separate from the apprehension of reality, the establishment of being, from physics and metaphysics. The West now venerates a pile of excrement as a work of sublime creativity while at the same time pollutes the seas with what it cannot find space for in the auction house. If we take the quotation of Gandhi regarding food to a starving man as being God, then the excrement venerated by certain art promoters must be the highest form of blaspheme, for should not excrement be put where it belongs at the end/beginning of a cycle – on the compost heap? Making the compost heap the nobleresidence of God.

 

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Art is a mirror, take a duster and clean off the semen of power created by men with only a penis for a brush. Behind is a female of creative expectancy waiting to become impregnated with the duality of unity. For the female she has to clean off the blood of creation to find she was never castrated, only mesmerized by the red blood, which is the condensation of cosmic energy on the mirror of life.

Art is only part of the complex creative structure of transformation. We do not have to be a Michelangelo, Turner or a Grandma Moses to experience creativity. To put art at the top of some metaphorical aesthetic pyramid is like saying our civilization is superior to a native living in the Rainforest or the North American Indians. I believe in our desire to eat over indulgently from the Tree of Knowledge, power has replaced the magic of knowing how to transform. The indigestion resulting from power strangles imagination and without imagination we are as empty cans rattling about in a vacuum.

The indigestion from power has left imagination in the half safe hands of a few. This has, I believe, given the few a false sense of importance. The auction rooms worldwide reflect this constantly. Art has become a way not of transformation but of a means of transforming materials into money. In fact it is laundered money. We are creating ourselves from the outside in, when in fact we should be creating from the inside out. When we hear that a buttercup in an ordinary plant pot has sold in New York for £1million pounds, even if it has to be owned by Mr. and Mrs. X, then we may see the beginnings of going inside to find our birth right. Extract from "THE BOTANY BAY OF THE MILKY WAY" by Ron Atkin 1999.Copyright

 

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