Art Is Persective

An extract from Life Is Art by Tim Rees:

...I will attempt to clarify what I mean by a reality of non-substance and how the soul carries across a reflection of ego. I’m going to offer the image of an ocean. Each drop of water adds to the whole, but it is one ocean. In effect the ocean could be termed one drop of water. If you dip your finger in the whole ocean, you can take a drop and that drop of water will appear unique on your finger. It will carry the colour of your skin and will bend the light to magnify skin texture. Possibly there are impurities on your finger that become as one with the drop of water. Then you let that drop of water fall back into the ocean and it immediately becomes one with the ocean again, only it now carries something of you with it to add a new uniqueness, a new colour if your like, to the whole. The reality of no substance is, in my view, very much the same. Each soul unique, yet as one...

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THE ARTIST AND HIS BREAD

The artist and his bread
Crusty his discontent
Fed
The fleshy girl’s drunken head
Naked in her
Bed

Crafted hands on crafty eyes
Tongue despised in love-lost sighs
To dream the creator’s moral lies
All caught in the fleshy girl’s thighs

The artist and his thought
Twisted out of shape
Taught
The ego-lust teacher caught
Naked as they’re
Bought

Pompous proud the ears of youth
Desperate search for a desperate truth
Rotten in self the soul of proof
Trodden in dust by cloven hoof

The artist and his greed
Heartily quenching
Need
To exploit the lover’s seed
Naked as they
Bleed

Oil painted life for fun
Deeply splintered eyes of one
Boiling light from an angry sun
Orgasmic gush of wasted cum

And the artist scraps the canvas, bites his bread and starts again.

Tim Rees