When the Time is Fine Art America time

Fine Art America who’d have thought. Everything you’d want to make with your art under one all-encompassing metaphorical roof. Keep your art or sell the original. Have images printed on any shape or form.

You don’t have to leave the house Fine Art America will do the work and more. They will even set up a website for you- set up a blog- do your marketing- emailing-pdf’s- Facebook page- stats-the lot.

I don’t know if it’s too good to be true -we all know that adage-maybe that was then this is now. Share the world.

Gone is art that is unobtainable, where art is on some higher echelon.

Viewed by the few encouraging pomp and ceremony as a marketing tool with elaborate words and descriptions and plenty of cash and over the top bios.

Art is for all and it appears the Fine Art America crew are making it happen for everyone- artist-galleriest-purchaser

The only thing left is for the creative to get going and create in any form they like.

Then upload the work.

Name it

Describe it.

Tag it.

Categorise it.

Gallerise it.

Submit it.

Done.

This part I will admit is the hard-laborious bit.

It takes time and patience. Application and dedication.
Focus and organisation.

Its endurance ending in pleasure.

I only recognised how brilliant Fine Art America   was this week.

I’m a suspect type and don’t believe anyone or anybody will do anything for me without a price to pay or some agenda or someone wanting something -some kick back.

Not the case here.

Thank You To John who pushed this.

bicycle-woman

I do not exist

I know it. The mixture of tendencies

Collapse onto the soul

I can see that nothing exists as he is emboldened

to peace.

Opening up the sky and

Laying down low

Appearing on the horizon

As an epochè of gnarled and

deep despair

slow motion warped his fingers

I decided it

can’t

Look closely

It was eidetic

The march on the ocean far

off into squares

keeping safe apatheia

crisp

and white his skin soft and

hard vanishes

that’s what she said

as superfluous as

Time

 

THE METAMORPHOSES

The verisimilitude of sexes vortices has an intangible velocity

Once that unearthed dynamic connects there is no going back

The depth has to be so cohesive nothing can rip that tumultuous vorticity

An interceptor can decrease in inverse proportion from the desire consuming the vortices

No interruption will increase the friction with a viscous flow, intense, dramatic, other worldly

The constant pressure magnetises to irrational intensity, stretched, rotated merged together driven

Spilling over and over to an illusory and sensuous condensation of primeval patterns

Wishing it- last forever

Further interruption dissipates this whirlpool of viscous fluid, decreases the energy

awareness sets in reducing the tension by a gradual percentile to absolute zero

friction reduced then back to reality

interference without permission in sexes vortices must be punished and severely

DICE (Dikê), the personification of justice, was, according to Hesiod (Theog. 901), a daughter of Zeus and Themis, and the sister of Eunomia and Eirene. She was considered as one of the Horae ; she watched the deeds of man, and approached the throne of Zeus with lamentations whenever a judge violated justice. (Hesiod. Op. 239, &c.)

She was the enemy of all falsehood, and the protectress of a wise administration of justice (Orph. Hymn. 42, 61); and Hesychia, that is, tranquillity of mind, was her daughter. (Pind. Pyth. viii. 1; comp. Apollod. i. 3. § 1; Hygin. Fab. 183; Diod. v. 72.) She is frequently called the attendant or councillor (paredros or xunnedros) of Zeus. (Soph. Oed. Col.1377; Plut. Alex. 52; Arrian, Anab. iv. 9; Orph. Hymn. 61. 2.)

In the tragedians, Dice appears as a divinity who severely punishes all wrong, watches over the maintenance of justice, and pierces the hearts of the unjust with the sword made for her by Aesa. (Aeschyl. Choeph. 639, &c.) In this capacity she is closely connected with the Erinnyes (Aeschyl. Eum. 510), though her business is not only to punish injustice, but also to reward virtue. (Aeschyl. Agam.773.) The idea of Dice as justice personified is most perfectly developed in the dramas of Sophocles and Euripides.

She was represented on the chest of Cypselus as a handsome goddess, dragging Adicia (Injustice) with one hand, while in the other she held a staff with which she beat her. (Paus. v. 18 ; comp. Eurip. Hippolyt. 1172.)

Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never harm me

A slap will sting a word will embed in your brain

A kick will hurt a word will linger

A thump will bruise a word will pierce with pain

going silent through the skin a word can kill

it holds fast longer than any cut or slap

it wraps itself inside the form waiting for release

an unknown cancerous tirade revealed without free will

Dysnomia was the personified spirit (Daimona) of lawlessness and poor civil order. She was a companion of Adikkia (Injustice), Ate (Ruin) and Hybris (Violence). Her opposite number was Eunomia (Civil Order).

NEMESIS was the goddess of indignation against, and retribution for, evil deeds and undeserved good fortune. She was a personification of the resentment aroused in men by those who commited crimes with apparent impunity, or who had inordinate good fortune.
Nemesis directed human affairs in such a way as to maintain equilibrium. Her name means she who distributes or deals out. Happiness and unhappiness were measured out by her, care being taken that happiness was not too frequent or too excessive. If this happened, Nemesis could bring about losses and suffering. As one who checked extravagant favours by Tykhe (Tyche) (Fortune), Nemesis was regarded as an avenging or punishing divinity.

my mother, your mother,their mother, mothers, Mary the Mother, sister, daughter, niece,aunt, Language transferred from gutter thoughts in mind to social media to gutter press.

Women

Slappers Stupid fucking bitch, Fucking cunts

Bitches

Mother fucking cunt

No tits Fat loose brassers

sluts Stupid brassers

Worthless piece of shit Fat arse

Whores all tits

There to shag shaggers

spit-roast them

Fucking rides

Thoughts put out there: irretrievable, lamentable

sexes vortices is now going bygone

con sent quickies need a signed contract

or preface in the vernacular yes

spontaneity gone

who would risk the fallout as demons

now consume the minds of the ignorant

law is the judge

justice sought for the

desire to fuck

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One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

saint peter

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

Dead

 

 

 

One day upon a time sat the roosting eagle

He knew

This day would come

Inexorable and bewitching the breath

Of day scorched the earth and the

Moon stared back

Oceans blue surged

And destiny was woven

In golden thread

He followed her

Laying down

The past

The present

The future

Eclipsed

swift and sweet falling a puddle

a mess a glissade on the cold ice white tiled floor

blooded gloves pulling at the cri de coeur

Epistemic filled eyes sigh

In the sighlence

Another

For

The

Wasteland

Scrying Touch and Go – Would You Go to Bed with me Touch and Go

He stared- caught in the glass lit prism

the oneiri illuminated a mind reading~ the face morphed

to a blob fish

the autonomic nervous system

a silent confabulation with beats

thump,thump,thump,

A scry once before and now

laying on the catafalque holding the tension of the living

while he decathects

with his life saving catheter

lifes dream

amen

What that can do to you
What that can do to you

Dolores O Riordan voice of an Angel coming through to lullabye the Seraphim and Cherubim rip 15.01.18 09.05

Dolores O Riordan voice of an Angel coming through to lullabye the Seraphim and Cherubim rip 15.01.18 09.05

dolores o riordan departing

Dolores o Riordan

Dolores O Riordan voice of an Angel coming through to lullabye the Seraphim and Cherubim rip 15.01.18 09.05Dolores O Riordan voice of an Angel coming through to lullabye the Seraphim and Cherubim rip 15.01.18 09.05Dolores O Riordan voice of an Angel coming through to lullabye the Seraphim and Cherubim rip 15.01.18 09.05

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