Chester

Rhythmic Gymnast

Bird's Eye View

Head And Heel

Orange

Rainbow Space

The Self Portrait

Marina: Isn't it so lovely on daddy's yacht?
Jean Pierre: Yes, I could paint such a good sunset watching that view.
Marina: Yes, painting. I think you need a break from it.
Jean Pierre: What else would I do?
Marina: Socialise a bit more.
Jean Pierre: What, with lots of other people?
Marina: No, just me.
Jean Pierre: Oh, don't I do that already?
Marina: Yes, but not enough. I think you should be more attentive. I think you should paint me.
Jean Pierre: When?
Marina: We could start now.
Jean Pierre: I thout I needed a break.
Marina: I'll try to make it fun. Now, how should I dress? D'you think I'd look best in a bikini or
a swimsuit?
Jean Pierre: Oh, a swimsuit always.
Marina: O realy. I didn't know you were a one piece man?
Jean Pierre: As an artist and a former sculptor I find the current outfits the athletes wear rather
ugly. Stomach muscles on women are unseemly.
Marina: Well, there's no worry of muscles on me. I'm slitely pot-belied I've been told.
Jean Pierre: There's nothing wrong with that. It shows character.
Marina: Its certainly CHARACTER building when I have to show it.
Jean Pierre: People are too fixated on figures.
Marina: What kind of people?
Jean Pierre: Er, artists.
Marina: Well, at least you have wider vision.
Jean Pierre: I do try to see outside the outline of things.
Marina: Well, as long as you don't ignore me completely I'm sure I'll enjoy my picture of me very
much.
Jean Pierre: I was thinking of painting a portrait of myself but I didn't know who would have it.
Marina: Oh, do paint it, I'd keep it myself until we found someone to pass it onto.
Jean Pierre: You'd realy suffer it for me that much?
Marina: I think I can endure it.
Jean Pierre: You're a saint for sure.
Marina: If only you knew. 

Honeycomb City

Green Grasscanvas

Snow Fruits Summer Fruits

American Gymnast

King Of The Mountains

The Art Lover

Jean Pierre: Hi! Haven't seen you since London.
Flaxlawna: Yes, when I was staying at Buckwheat Barn.
Jean Pierre: What are you doing round here?
Flaxlawna: Oh, I'm at the house next door at the moment. I fancied a walk.
Jean Pierre: Oh, the house three miles away?
Flaxlawna: Yes, I was rather tired. I saw there was an art gallery here so I came in. It reminded
me of home.
Jean Pierre: Home?
Flaxlawna: Yes, Sdrawkcab. We've got a full house there at the moment with Daddy being away.
Jean Pierre: And at the moment you're staying at Lady Mishap's?
Flaxlawna: Yes, its all very spiffing... I mean, nice.
Jean Pierre: How d'you like it here at Coolclouds then.
Flaxlawna: Well, yes, nice but as you know I've been here before. I remembered when I got to
the path.
Jean Pierre: Ah, yes, I remember now. Marina invited you, you and your alien friends.
Flaxlawna: Before we were invited to the palace yes.
Jean Pierre: O you'll have to tell me about that.
Flaxlawna: O its on the Five Are At Mars Currently blog at froufeli.blogspot.com.
Jean Pierre: I think I mite remember that, thank you.
Marina: Who have we here? Flaxlawna!
Flaxlawna: Hallo Marina. We meet again.
Marina: Yes, we do. Engaged yet?
Flaxlawna: No, not yet, tho not for want of trying. Wedding dresses ARE all I ever dream about.
Marina: Well, we won't keep you for long. Jean Pierre and I have a spot of sailing planned down
the coast.
Jean Pierre: I thout it was tomorrow we were going?
Marina: No, its been brout forward. Tigre the second is particularly impatient.
Flaxlawna: Don't mind me. I am only next door.
Jean Pierre: Only? Do lend me Old Milton, Marina and let me give this Lady a lift back home.
Marina: Well, if it IS what you want. You know I don't like to refuse you. Be home for tea tho.
Jean Pierre: Very well, come on Flaxlawna, we'll continue our conversation on horseback.
Marina: Wait. Flaxlawna can take Tigre out. We don't want you two being squashed together
on one horse.
Flaxlawna: Thank you, that's very kind of you.
Marina: Send my regards to Lady Mishap. Your new friend....apparently.....What do we have
now? Jean Pierre as Flaxlawna's knite in shining armor. On horseback. And Flaxlawna dreaming
of weddings. Must make a move on Jean Pierre soon. Must do it on the boat. Hope he doesn't
jump overboard.

Litening Bolt

The Brake

Jean Pierre: I'm trying something radical.
Marina: What's that?
Jean Pierre: I've decided to paint in pencil.
Marina: That smells like desperation.
Jean Pierre: No, it doesn't. It smells of lead.
Marina: And that....All artist's are temperamental, so go ahead.
Jean Pierre: I once had a tip from a felt tip merchant.
Marina: What was that?
Jean Pierre: Don't use felt tips.
Marina: What name?
Jean Pierre: Laurie Clews.
Marina: Can't say I know the name, or want to.
Jean Pierre: Anyway, the moral was. Find your own style!
Marina: Your style seems to have no style at all. You change it everyday.
Jean Pierre: Its miscellaneos or serendipitos.
Matilda: Or misleading and supercillios.
Jean Pierre: What does that mean?
Marina: I don't know, but it sounded good.
Jean Pierre: That or super silly.
Marina: Hmm. You need a break. Daddy's yacht is free for the weekend. We can ride there
from Coolclouds. You can take Old Milton and I'll take Tigre The Second.
Jean Pierre: Obviosly.
Marina: So, its a date then?
Jean Pierre: A DATE?
Marina: I, I mean a date for your gaining inspiration whilst lying on board...with me...er, not
together.
Jean Pierre: Of course. I knew you didn't mean...
Marina: Unless you wanted to paint my eyes.
Jean Pierre: Sorry, you whispered. I couldn't hear.
Marina: Unless you wanted to paint THE SKIES.
Jean Pierre: Oh....I think they can wait another day.
Marina: Yes, indeed. Things will HAVE to wait another day.  

The Gray Sky

Jean Pierre: I'm beginning to feel like a fake as an artist.
Marina: There's a lot of money in fake's in the art world.
Jean Pierre: No, I mean the fact that I haven't created a painting this month.
Marina: What about these canvases here then?
Jean Pierre: That's where the problem lies. I've learnt to paint so well that they come out
looking like photographs.
Marina: So then they're not paintings anymore, I see.
Jean Pierre: Its the same way that distorted photographs become paintings.
Marina: The more I move in the art world the more I learn.
Jean Pierre; I learn you're never realy in the art world til you're out of it.
Marina: Til you're dead you mean.
Jean Pierre: Dead or detested. When you're detested you're no longer a threat and then you're
invited in.
Marina: Its like how those in art class in school who are no good get nine out of ten to encourage
them.
Jean Pierre: And at the same time art geniuses get one out of ten to encourage THEM.
Marina: Well, I'll give you two out of ten.
Jean Pierre: Oh, you're so insulting. I wish for none.
Marina; I think you had better start painting with your left hand, then you'll be able to paint
again.
Jean Pierre: I doubt I'd be able to paint at all.
Marina: Those are the types of paintings that sell the best! Why didn't we think of this before?!
Jean Pierre: Maybe I wasn't thinking Modern Art enough.
Marina: Well, put away the past and paint over it then.
Jean Pierre: I feel that all my ideas are like watercolors that all fade away.
Marina: Ideas should be like the sky. Changeable.
Jean Pierre: Have you caught the sky in London recently? Its been nearly always gray.
Marina: I know. There's been a cloud over the London art scene all year.
Jean Pierre: Maybe I should return home.
Marina: What Somerstown? Its just around the corner.
Jean Pierre: No, France. Somerstown's my name.
Marina: As I said, the more I move in the art world the more I learn.
Jean Pierre: I don't know how you get thru it, the little you know.
Marina: Well, I won't reveal my secret. Let me just say its an art.   

What 'Maisie' Wrote Next

The Improvement

Jean Pierre: I've decided to still keep painting even tho I'm not selling.
Marina: The canvases are cramming up the studio so, but its good your confidence is not deterred.
Jean Pierre: I aim to paint my way out of a slump. Start a new canvas before the other one has dried.
Marina: I hope they have enough canvases at the retailers.
Jean Pierre: If not I'll tear up my shirts and paint on those.
Marina: That's the spirit, only make sure my gaze is averted first. I am a lady you know.
Jean Pierre: I shall paint as if you are a princess, a modern day muse.
Marina: Don't muse on me too much, it may not amuse me.
Jean Pierre: Be sure the results will.
Marina: I'd prefer they amused the bank manager more.
Jean Pierre: Perhaps I should paint a thousand pound note.
Marina: I'm sure you could recreate its lifelikeness perfectly.
Jean Pierre: Its sad that my talent is weighed by the scales of commerce.
Marina: Especialy as genius has to wait for its audience to catch up with it.
Jean Pierre: If I was a poorer painter they would say I was promising and showed potential.
Marina: And they would purchase your work as a reminder of early beginnings.
Jean Pierre: Its my failing that I paint like a forty year old at twenty.
Marina: When its the opposite way around for most forty year olds.
Jean Pierre: I don't allow for expectation.
Marina: People are just looking for the cracks in yor perfection.
Jean Pierre: If I were perfect tho I would paint imperfectly.
Marina: Then you'd have room for improvement.
Jean Pierre: Yes, instead of painting myself into a corner.
Marina: With nowhere to go.
Jean Pierre: Except down.
Marina: You can't go any further down can you?
Jean Pierre: Huh?
Marina: I mean, look at the sales!
Jean Pierre: I'd be able to if there were any.

Years Of Tree

Directionless

Mountain Satellite

The Struggling Kind

Jean Pierre: Art I not always 'at it' in art?
Marina: Yes, Shakespeare, you are. You have to live it. In fact you have to live IT so much
that you never have any spare time to actualy live.
Jean Pierre: If I paint quickly maybe I will.
Marina: You can only paint as quick as the canvas will dry. The painting always changes in
the drying process.
Jean Pierre: I know, it always starts to paint itself.
Marina: Moreso, it starts to paint you. Tells you what kind of painter you are.
Jean Pierre: I know what type I am. The struggling kind.
Marina: Yes, Time hasn't been very kind to you. It hasn't caught up.
Jean Pierre: I suppose its better than being behind the times.
Marina: I knew a failed artist like that once. Had a blog called Modern Art.
Jean Pierre: Not very original.
Marina: Oh, that wasn't the original title.
Jean Pierre: What was it?
Marina: Art Modern.
Jean Pierre: Isn't that the same?
Marina: No, the two words are totaly different.
Jean Pierre: Sometimes this Art lark baffles me.
Marina: You invented it!
Jean Pierre: Me and my kind, yes.
Marina: Art is a bit like paint that runs. You can't control it.
Jean Pierre: We are always chasing new ideas.
Marina: Like a puppy dog in a tale of shadows.
Jean Pierre: Should that be my next title?
Marina: Maybe. The title's been painted. Now you have to compose the story of the painting.
Jean Pierre: I'll know when its done, it'll be when I'm fainting.
Marina: That's your secret, is it?
Jean Pierre: Yes, an inexhaustable amount of perseverence.
Marina: Its a shame modern art collectors haven't the same.
Jean Pierre: Perhaps that's why that Modern Art blog didn't get known.
Marina: I think the author's still trying.   

Imploding Star

Art

ART IS NOT A FOUR LETTER WORD. THE PRICE WE PAY FOR IT IS EQUAL TO THE PRICE
THE ARTIST PAID FOR MAKING IT.

ART IS A DART UPON TARGET OF THE UNEXPECTED. ART, WE DON'T KNOW WHAT IT
IS UNTIL IT HAPPENS. SOMETIMES IT IS THE ART OF MAKING US PART WITH OUR MONEY.

ART IS HEART. WHEN IT IS TOO MUCH HEAD IT IS DEAD. IT IS STYLISED NAIEVETY.
CLEVER DUMB. IT IS NOT KNOWING WHAT IT IS TIL ALL THE AIMLESS THINGS MAKE
UP THE WORKING SUM. SOMETIMES IT IS A SNOWFLAKE. AND ITS MEANING LASTS
A MOMENT. BUT WE REMEMBER THE EXPERIENCE OF HAVING IT.

1970's Coaster

Frameless Canvas

NEW WORD PAINTING. HAVING TO SAY IT IS SMUDGES IT. TODAY I'M PAINTINGWORDS
OF TURQUOISE SEAS IN SKIES AND GREYCLOUDS IN SEA. EVERYTHING REFLECTS JUST THE OPPOSITE.

WAVES MONOCHROMED ARE PALEING. DARKENING. THAT'S THE ALTERING SYMPHONY.

THIS CANVAS NEEDS NO FRAME. MOST UNLIKE THE AIR. THE SEA.

I'M FREE TO SHOW MY WORK TO SEAGULL-CRTICISM OR HAVE IT WOUND UP SAFELY
IN A SHELL. 

Half-Smile Thru Darkness

Diary Entry

NON-MINIMAL FUSS

WHEN WORDS BECOME DRAWINGS WE ARE PAINTING IN NO COLORS AT ALL.

I WANT TO DESCRIBE AND SO ASCRIBE COLORS WITHOUT DISTURBING THE PALLETTE.

I WISH FOR THE CANVAS TO BE PEOPLE'S IMAGINATIONS. THE PAINT BRUSH TO BE THE TITLE SUGGESTED. LET THIS ONE BE 'THE CONSTRUCTION OF INSTRUCTION
USING AN OVERUSED VIOLIN'. I MYSELF SEE IT AS MEANING SADNESS TEACHING
US WHEN TO BE HAPPY.

THIS IS THE FINISHING TOUCH TO THIS PAINTING OF WORDS, A FULL STOP.

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