Infatti! I've never had people call my dog beautiful as often as in Milan. Hilariously one of the first words I picked up in the office was 'brutto', because all our results were constantly brutto (and 'magari', because people could only hope for better results)
As an artist, a painter ,mainly of portraits, I have a love of beauty, what I call beauty. Yet there is a universal beauty by design that many people are seeing but may not realize or be aware of.
The golden mean, proportion , vanishing points of line, symmetry and so on.
However today in the America I live , theres a clamp down of the admiration of beauty. You express your love of what a beautiful child is, a young school kid, or someone much younger than yourself , man or women, (once you have arrived at that perplexing decision) , and the police are notified.
Its a shame what we have cornered ourselves into . We are asked to lie, to speak under our breath and to deny such beauty. However, green light ahead when expressing love and attraction to violence, killing, torture of others. Add up the movies of guns, killing and crime .
Sad reality that humans cannot share their admiration for beauty without others attaching an agenda to it. At least as of now, I can still compliment a dog or cat.
"We, the fair Kingdom of Great Britain, are just an unloved outpost of inbred trollfolk" - how can that be? Surely Brits lead the world in shaggable dead pop stars?
I think you're talking about your own oikey class of bridge-grubbing huffenstuffs, not the Tom Hiddlestones and Anya Taylor-Joys of this world.
My own anglo-in-laws are indeed some of the plainest looking folks on the planet but they're lovable enough pugs so I forgive them their hideous mien.
Best things in Italy? The food, the cinema and the architecture. Now if they can make some kind of edible movie about great monuments they'll have it made.
The fact that we're only shaggable dead only strengthens my argument!
haha I may stand on the shoulders of bridge dwellers, but without us holding up your hoity toity causeways, you'd be wading through the filth with the rest of us. Watch your tongue, there is also a possibility I descended from the Northern Kingdom of Brigantia. These double barrelled cobblestones are not of this world. They are chance defects in a rotten gene pool.
The food was left out! I was going to shove it in there, but there wasn't room. I'll do a break off. I will build you a monument of meat and cheese at my in-laws dinner table - and let that be the end of it, you rotter!
How dare you attempt to shove rotting food up my causeway, you whippersnapper! I'll have you know my Gorgonzola is the very ripest there is, and if there's any funny stuff coming from your stinky meat monument, I'll let you have it right in the cheese-hole, and no mistake!
But for now we should kiss and make up,, young feller-me-lad. I've not been sleeping well what with the ripe lactose products I've been gorging on, so I might be a little crankier than usual. Forgive your pantsless old Daddy...
I'll snap my whip wherever I see fit. Yes mistake! Many have crossed the Rubicon of my cheese-hole, and few have returned. I will build an empire of meats on your weather-beaten footbridge, and see it tumble to the sea, with your hopes and title.
haha you told me never to mention, particularly, to mother, the kissing and the make up. Now you're sharing it with the world! There is not a venal sin this side of Chester that you won't attribute to dairy, father. One day you must take responsibility. Never the less, I forgive you, and, as usual, I'll forgive you your troosers too
Infatti! I've never had people call my dog beautiful as often as in Milan. Hilariously one of the first words I picked up in the office was 'brutto', because all our results were constantly brutto (and 'magari', because people could only hope for better results)
I bet your doggie got real cocky. haha I picked it up pretty quickly, what with my face and all. That's a crappy application of hope
As an artist, a painter ,mainly of portraits, I have a love of beauty, what I call beauty. Yet there is a universal beauty by design that many people are seeing but may not realize or be aware of.
The golden mean, proportion , vanishing points of line, symmetry and so on.
However today in the America I live , theres a clamp down of the admiration of beauty. You express your love of what a beautiful child is, a young school kid, or someone much younger than yourself , man or women, (once you have arrived at that perplexing decision) , and the police are notified.
Its a shame what we have cornered ourselves into . We are asked to lie, to speak under our breath and to deny such beauty. However, green light ahead when expressing love and attraction to violence, killing, torture of others. Add up the movies of guns, killing and crime .
Sad reality that humans cannot share their admiration for beauty without others attaching an agenda to it. At least as of now, I can still compliment a dog or cat.
My two cents for now. t y
Bello! I will forever remember the might of the Roman Empire as "centuries of oneupmanship between former kingdoms"
haha bunch of braggards
"We, the fair Kingdom of Great Britain, are just an unloved outpost of inbred trollfolk" - how can that be? Surely Brits lead the world in shaggable dead pop stars?
I think you're talking about your own oikey class of bridge-grubbing huffenstuffs, not the Tom Hiddlestones and Anya Taylor-Joys of this world.
My own anglo-in-laws are indeed some of the plainest looking folks on the planet but they're lovable enough pugs so I forgive them their hideous mien.
Best things in Italy? The food, the cinema and the architecture. Now if they can make some kind of edible movie about great monuments they'll have it made.
The fact that we're only shaggable dead only strengthens my argument!
haha I may stand on the shoulders of bridge dwellers, but without us holding up your hoity toity causeways, you'd be wading through the filth with the rest of us. Watch your tongue, there is also a possibility I descended from the Northern Kingdom of Brigantia. These double barrelled cobblestones are not of this world. They are chance defects in a rotten gene pool.
The food was left out! I was going to shove it in there, but there wasn't room. I'll do a break off. I will build you a monument of meat and cheese at my in-laws dinner table - and let that be the end of it, you rotter!
How dare you attempt to shove rotting food up my causeway, you whippersnapper! I'll have you know my Gorgonzola is the very ripest there is, and if there's any funny stuff coming from your stinky meat monument, I'll let you have it right in the cheese-hole, and no mistake!
But for now we should kiss and make up,, young feller-me-lad. I've not been sleeping well what with the ripe lactose products I've been gorging on, so I might be a little crankier than usual. Forgive your pantsless old Daddy...
I'll snap my whip wherever I see fit. Yes mistake! Many have crossed the Rubicon of my cheese-hole, and few have returned. I will build an empire of meats on your weather-beaten footbridge, and see it tumble to the sea, with your hopes and title.
haha you told me never to mention, particularly, to mother, the kissing and the make up. Now you're sharing it with the world! There is not a venal sin this side of Chester that you won't attribute to dairy, father. One day you must take responsibility. Never the less, I forgive you, and, as usual, I'll forgive you your troosers too
"a sliver of adulatory mortadella" - nice, but what is an ex-ex girlfriend? A current girlfriend once broken up then remolded? Brutta a bella?
Cheers man! haha I guess an ex ex girlfriend is a girlfriend who passed on and was resurrected, in reasonably good nick
perfectly said and expressed. i’ve seen your work and its clearly beautiful and in todays world not seen or made anymore.
Thank you very much Jonathan!