Kurt Schwitter

Somebody said to a saint, "You seem to be attached to smoking." The  saint  responded,  "And  you  seem  to  be  attached to non-smoking." 
                           Not everything is black and white

                            Even this sheet got some colour.

So my brothers and sisters, and also my sons (but they rarely visit my website.) Still though I pray you all have a good day and are able to gain something good and also give more that you get. I say this as there is a saying, He/She gives as good as they get! It is often heard in context of this person can stick up for themselves.
Then there is sayings like, `It couldn't have happened to a more deserving person.` Until we know what happened we have no idea what the person is like. On the one hand we can hear someone has been honoured with a prestigious award, then on the other hand someone was defrocked and imprisioned for sexual misconduct and fraud.
What I find intersting is the reason I am trying to judge others less is  
that I am trying to be at one with everyone more.
Another thing I am to do today is share some art done today and yesterday. Some is just experimenting and not art in my conception that is a finished product. I suppose I am showing some of the bits we try and have to move from, but are essential stages in our progress. On an entirely different note, this is I have no anger or blame for myself or others that have caused hurt in the past. If others havent learnt positive lessons and grown better, then I cannot carry their guilt. Now I shall share my art.

                      If us artists are to keep intouch with the child inside ourselves, then we mustnt balk at doing colouring in. It can be relaxing and meditative.

Having just looked in my diary, I have seen that I am meant to be visiting studio upstairs in London tomorrow, with the intention of spending regular days there, working at my art and life. It is all one.
All is that.
It is starting to snow between here and up north and so my sister doesnt know if she will be comeing down.
Apparently were meants also to be going to the Tate modern to see the Kurt Schwitters exibition! That though ought to be there for a while.

Have a good day my brothers and sisters and know that, that which I AM loves you and wants you to feel love until it overflows from you.  Hey, I know that it is already coming from one or two of you like water gushing from a shattered dam. Bless you. Your bro Peter.  

Sunday. Or is it?

I wrote an email to my sister Liz not long ago. Perhaps a mile past, or two kilometres to you who are not are not yet savy to our imperial measures, or  my flights of imaginative fancy!   I said don't think about Monday. Today, now, is the only time we are in each moment. Past moments, even shared ones diversify as time passes and they veer off at slightly different tangents. They may even start with people just a matter of feet or a telephone line apart, In time, with time and finally out of time. My goal will be realised when I don't run out of time, but abandon time for love. True love is beyond time. Cannot be captured by something as fleeting as time.

I am off to bed now as I like to read a sentence or two before I go to sleep. I sentence the days negative thoughts to the guillotine. I sentence my self to be set adrift as the illusion it is. No self is the answer to so many good questions. What is a bad question anyway? Yes I did think I can google it, but I have to get off to bed. Well carry this on in the morning. Or will I?

 Bye for now , Peter.

Just photos of my art. Really. Well lets see.

Good day my brothers and sisters.  As promised in the blogs title is photos of my art which after God & me, you are the first to see. We wont wake Joshua, the son laying on the floor, after staying up late last night. 

                      This above has just been added especially for my sister Viv.

                                             These are two shots of the whole picture.  

                                            So much going on we can move our focus and 

    Here we go. I can see some waves of colour and even a little blue heartshape and a gem or two!

                      Utalizing the mirror image function on the camera we have the above effect.

                                 Here is my infinity logo

                                                 spirits dancing in the colour.

                                                     A master walks invited into my dream

                                                     A sprite imagined helps construct the logo.

                                              A plain with valleys and mountains of colour exist
                                              in conscousness with love and joy and forgivess and you and with me. And on

                     Here again we have the heart. A symbol
              of love and grace.

Go about with this grace about this day in the knowledge that you are so loved. Embrace and feel loved, for you are so worth loving that if I were God almighty, I would come down from heaven and be crucified, then rise from death for you.
Your brother of all saints and sinners, Peter G Kimble 
May God bless you and keep you always in His love.          

Song of myself to you from Walt and me.

For you my blessed brothers and sisters who saw my earlier blog today, I said there may be more to come and here I am to give it to you now. I want to go over the meadow with my camera, but that can wait, as I put giving this to you first.

So my pictures which I painted today and words first penned by Walt Whitman, but as he died and moved on, I have taken them up as mine, to share with you, my beloved brothers and sisters.

I exist as I am - that is enough;
If no other in the world be aware, I sit content;
And if each other and all be aware, I sit content.

Prodical, you have given me love! Therefore I to you give love!
O unspeakable, passionate love.

I am he bringing help for the sick as they pant on their backs,
And for the strong upright men I bring yet more needed help.

I heard what was said of the universe,
Heard it and heard it of several thousand years;
It is middling as well as far as it goes - but is that all?

Magnifying and applying come I.
Outbidding at the start of the old cautious hucksters,
Taking myself the exact dimensions of Jehovah,
Lithographing Kronos, Zeus his son, and Hercules his grandson,
Buying draft of Osiris, Isis, Belus, Brahma, Buddha,
In my portfolio placing Manito loose, Allah on a leaf, the crucifix
engraved, 

With Odin and the hideous-faced Mexitli and every idol and image,
Taking them all for what they are worth and not a cent more,
Admitting they were alive and did the work of their days,
(They bore mites as for unfledgid birds who have now to rise and fly and sing for themselves.)

Accepting the rough deific sketches to fill out better in myself,
bestowing them freely on each man and woman I see, 
Discovering as much or more in a framer framing a house,
Putting higher claims for him there with his roll`d-up sleeves
driving the mallet and chisel,

Not objecting to special revelations, considering a curl of smoke or
a hair on the back of my hand just as curious as any revelation,
Lads ahold of fire-engines and hook-and-ladder ropes no less to me
than the gods of the antique wars,
Minding their voices peal through the crash of destruction,
Their brawny limbs passing safe over charr`d laths, their white
foreheads whole and unhurt out of the flames.

Out of the dimness opposite equals advance - always substance increase always and sex;
Always a knit of identity - always distinction - always bread of life.

Clear and sweet is my soul, and clear and sweet is all that is not my soul.

I believe in you, my soul - the other I am must not abase itself to you; And you must not be abased to the other.

Has any one suppose it luck to be born? 
I hasten to inform him or her, it is just as lucky to die, and I know it.

Dancing and laughing along the beach came the twenty-ninth bather; The rest did not see her, but she saw them and loved them.

In all people I see myself - none more, and not one a barleycorn less,
And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.


And I know I am solid and sound;
To me the converging objects of the universe perpetual flow;
All are written to me, and I must get what the writing means.

Until the next blog, my brothers and sisters know you are loved and I love sharing with you. Bless you, as you are so
so worth loving. Your brother, Peter.

Experimementing with my art.

    Good day to you.  The two photos immediately below are snaps
   of a finished work I shared on yesterdays blog.

 

                      This triptych below though has more than hints of colour, but not a lot more.
                       If I was to read Stevie Smiths, `Not waving but drowning` (Is it `but`, or `yet`)
                       Then swam out to sea, as I did a few years ago during the middle of the night
                       in the Philippines;  these abstract paintings could represent the gentle, but sorrowful
                       emotions lapping on the shore of consciousness. The beach that I swam back to.
                       To a life that whilst worth the struggles and triumphs one soldiers on, one foot in
                        front of the other. Om mani padme hum. Thats how I pronounce this mantra.
  

                      Okay. These two paintings. Like the movement, lines and tones, but not happy
                       with the colour combination of the one below. Saying that, I am not completely
                       unhappy about it! Its one of those things we have to just leave to one side for a
                       while. The one above though, I like as it is and also may print of some copies to
                      colour and fill in using different `stuff`.  I so dont have the technical understanding
                      or ability to know if you can just copy and print sheets off to try it yourself. You
                      would proberbly come up with a result which would amaze me. Just a thought!

I shall end here for now with a little quote from Walt Whitman, but if I am able I should like to share a longer
section from his work, `Song of myself`` later.

"I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, for every atom belonging to me as good as belongs to you."

Blessings love and peace to you my brothers and sisters.
   Your bro Peter.