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That’s what I want….that’s what I want…

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At the moment, I’m sitting in front of my computer with nothing substantial or important to rant about on my blog.

It’s just that I’m just happy at the moment. Like in content you know?

I think it’s because I sketched the other day. Yesterday I tried a landscape in pastels. But I’m truly shite at landscapes. I can’t get the textures right. I seem to have a ‘better’ flare for figures. Not faces though.

I think that sketching or painting is almost like taking a drug. It stops you. It stops you dead in your tracks. You look at what you’re drawing and you immerse and absorb everything about that picture. I think it’s a good time for your body, or in my case, my mind, to stop, take a deep breathe and just rest. It feeds my soul.

Most art feeds my soul. Almost like music from  Louise Carver Unplugged, or Rodriguez, or my all time favourite The Soundtrack to Dirty Dancing. That Otis Redding knew how to get ones hips to bump and grind. and thrust.

Just fun music, art and simplicity to rest my mind and restore my “gees’…

That’s all I need at the moment.

Are Die Antwoord sincere?

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In the past I’ve been known to mention that I have a morbid fascination for Die Antwoord. Well, I’m afraid I’m taking that back. All I feel for them is a deep, deep revulsion and sickness. I don’t care how popular they are in the U.S of A. or how much money they have. This morning I was shown their latest video Baby’s on Fire, as a bit of a joke.

I feel sick. To my core. I find the lyrics blasphemous and sordid. And the video ends with her throwing a brick at someones face. 

Now I’m all up for a bit of upbeat alternative rebelliousness, but that is too much. It hovers and dips into the dark side. It’s poetry for people who are searching for truth. The truth about what?

It’s definitely a slice of a certain population group. They’ve cottoned onto something there.

Are Die Antwoord sincere? Well, I’d love to know. Are they really like that? or is all for publicity?

A midsummer daydream……

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Now, at the moment I’m feeling odd. Am exhausted due to late night hunting and VERY early morning rising to continue the hunting. The farmer doesn’t believe in doing things quietly and efficiently. I’m a light sleeper and wake up so quickly. So  now I’m bloody grumpy. Feel like I’ve emerged from the twilight zone. Tough luck for me. Work still goes on. Need to catch up on framing. The work is piling in and I don’t like getting behind. That’s always a nightmare.

Have to be chirpy and enthusiastic for the kids, staff and anyone else I may see. BUT, all I want is to be book myself in some where calm and quiet. Like at the sea. Yes, somewhere with a seaview and the sun baking me as I lie in a hammock listening to jazz or blues or reggae or french-type music or light opera. Music that transports me and feeds my soul. There must be no-one around and I must feel safe. I must only have sashimi, smoked salmon, or medium rare steak to eat. With nice fresh vegies or rocket salads I’ve picked from the garden. Someone must come in early and clean up and set the table for breakfast with magnificent fruit platters, FRESHLY squeezed orange juice and warm croissants with real salted butter. I’ll catch up on my sleep on and off the whole day, swim and stretch out on the hammock with a delicious cocktail.

Now that’s bliss and worth dreaming about…..