Among the poor, rich, able, crippled, mistreated & praised, there are artists everywhere. Artists can use their fluid minds as pens, and exercise their art form as chalkboards to teach society or to take an aim at a certain shade of culture. They inspire opinion and self-thought where others dare not; for self teaching is the only education & artists manage to portray their deepest knowledge as a mirror for everybody to discover similar wave forms of thoughts in their own…

Friends, we have become lame faced and agitated, cross-eyed in confusion and tired of sleeping. We are watching Pacman & Pacwoman squabble & fight over the spring-cleaning, whilst unaware of access to the instant online connection that every human being has at their reach. We’re acting as if updates don’t exist. This is our fault, but don’t blame yourself, shift yourself. Humankind isn’t afraid of the dark, we have relished in it for so long so that we can pat ourselves on the back…

In a whirlwind world of war, shopping deals & homeless students hoarding debt, it becomes hard to break the ice on random communication. Random to the Saturday shopper who is in the value-built society of smiling customer servants & talking boxes asking you to take a parking ticket. People don’t naturally feel the need to discuss anything that isn’t on their afternoon agenda. Equally you wouldn’t be overly inclined to open yourself up to someone leafleting, it’s purely advertisement,…

We are all the culmination of infinite potentiality that is translated through loud animalistic noises. We move around between social & professional, dancing to the assumed script of life. The current, vibrant moment is all that exists, time is man made and the future never comes, it’s here now. We try and make tomorrow look like today using all our routines. The future is the present. We wait up late at night gaspingly hopefully for the festivities of finally receiving the present, but…