Chikens for sale!

February 25, 2012

Our�chickens�lost their garden. Sad face. So, they’ve got to go. Sad face. They go with the Omlet’s mobile fence. Hens are �10 each and the cockerel comes free. The fence is �70 (originally �99)

Hens: Poland bantams Blacky and Pom-Pom, silver laced�wyandott Ice, Pekin bantams Chub and Vic. Cockerel Feisty.

They are all 9 months old, Vic has been laying eggs December and January and now is having a rest. The rest of the hens are to start laying any day now. The cockerel crows, but being a bantam, he isn’t that loud.

He is related to the Poland hens, so the there of them aren’t supposed to breed. They came as eggs from the Rear Breeds Centre in Kent

Poland bantam cockrell and hen

Poland bantam cockrell and hen

Mirror on The Wall

February 20, 2012

This morning, after dropping girls off at school, I caught this song on the radio, which hit me like no other song did for a while. This is totally powerful.
Rushed home to look up lyrics on youtube – even better!
Then found a video clip – blew my mind away!
See this:

Read lyrics:

Lil Wayne “Mirror” Lyrics

With everything happening today
You dont know whether you’re coming or going
But you think that you’re on your way
Life lined up on the mirror dont blow it
Look at me when Im talkin to you
You looking at me but I’m lookin through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you’re not satisfied
And I dont see nobody else
I see myself I’m looking at the

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

Oh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
but I’m with you when you re all alone
And you correct me when Im lookin wrong
I see that guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pain
I see the scars that remain
I see you Wayne, Im lookin at the..

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

Lookin at me now I can see my past
Damn I look just like my f-ckin dad
Light it up, thats smoke ‘n mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I see my momma smile thats a blessin
I see the change, I see the message
and no message could been any clearer
So I’m startin’ with the man in the’

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

Mirror on the wall, here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
You told me that they can understand the man I am
So why are we here talkin’ to each other again

Mirror on the wall.

Read more: http://www.killerhiphop.com/lil-wayne-mirror-lyrics/#ixzz1muccz2NV

Today’s “Artist a day” washed ashore something very interesting. (Jane and Jane, you two will love this!) Take a beautiful human being and infuse it with motion, meditation and geometry and you get Tony Orrico.

Artist a Day - Tony Orrico

Tony Orrico

The illness, or what commonly perceived as a health problem, became a catalyst for something unique and profound. That reminds me of John the African Shaman, who said that in Africa they have a name for the illness which is a precursor for a person to come to his shamanic practice. Kind of, you don’t know you are supposed to go THAT way, but the fate pushes you towards your path through cutting off all the other ways, often through the means of some mysterious malaise.

In an interview, Parisian art collector and a gallery owner Alexandre Lazarew talks about pleasures and challenges of being a gallerist.

Alexandre has collected art for 40 years, and his interest in visual art progressed from narrative figuration to new realists, then to street art and to emerging contemporary artists. Now in his new Gallerie Lazarew in Marais he exhibits what he terms urban art. According to Alexandre, there is a distinction between street art created on the streets and for the streets and urban art which comes from street art but belongs to gallery walls.

Gallerie Lazarew

 

“Putting a work that was made for the street on a canvas is not relevant; you lose the strength, the symbol, the message.” – says Lazarew.

… artists who come from the streets and/or are inspired by street culture and/or pick some element from the streets in order to make something else. It is important that the artists I show have a legitimacy on the walls of galleries.”

The Interviewer: If someone is thinking of buying art is it best to start with a print by a famous artist or an original work by someone unknown?

Lazarew: Personally I hate editions. I always bought original works. If I don’t have enough money, I prefer to buy an original drawing by a great artist. But this is very personal. The most important thing is to buy what you want to buy. Don’t buy because someone told you had to, especially if you are not convinced. I always say to people who are hesitating: If you have a “crush” on a fantastic piece of art and some extra cash: buy it. Don’t try to guess if it is the right time, or if the artist will be famous, or if your partner will like it, etc.

You can visit Gallery Lazarew at

14 rue du Perche – 75003 Paris

01.44.61.28.73 / 06.98.83.90.86

Yes. Money Is His Medium.

February 1, 2012

Two sources brought me to the same point tonight which was percolating for some time in my brain. Both in connection with Damian Hurst. The point is: Money is an art medium.

One source was this article in a Taki’s Magazine. The other was a rant by  HENNESSY YOUNGMAN on Youtube.

The latter said: “Yes, Internet, he just siad that: Money is his medium.” About Damien Hurst.

That was never denied, in fact many times emphasised by the artist himself, and in that alone might be his greatest greatness: he distilled the idea for the humanity, shelled it out. The ultimate measure and the ultimate goal is Money. And so, artist (or in the article an art collector) is an alchemist turning some random matter into gold.