My Place.

Studio-Workshop at Night.

"Matter And Time"

I'm enrolling on an "Art and Politics" course (to consilidate and challenge my thoughts on the socio-political aspects of The Show).  My former creative writing tutor teaches at the same University.  I really should be on her autobiographical writing course, but I keep putting it off as I'm not yet convinced my life is at that stage where i feel the need to write it all down, I'm still very much in the creative throws of actually living it. I'll leave those insubstancial shallow autobiographies to the vaccuous celebrity circuit of pulp fiction.

However, no matter how much I try to hide within the world, and evade the envitable truth of the task ahead of me; somehow, by following my own organic creative life-path, and led by the persistent demanding needs of my evolving self-concept of creative freedom, I somehow seem to move inexplicably closer, step by inscrutiating step, to the task of peeling away my own black and white skin, cracking open my skull, and delving into the innards of my grey matter, to display the intimate nature of my soul to the multitude, as they casually sit, eating snacks, or passing the time reading away on buses, trains, sofas, and planes whilst reading about the ups and downs of my life.

No doubt some cliched climatic denouement will result in the future book being banned by the Government, burned by extremists, and myself assassinated at the hands of some desparately ineffectual right-wing extremist. I only have to remember Malcom X, Martin Luther King, or even Andy Warhol (he survived) to know that if I somehow got a book published.......I could end up in all sorts of undesirable positions. No wonder I'm in no hurry to write the thing.

I came close to a potential title some years ago when i found myself living within the protective enclave of a large Community centred Art squat, I was going to call it: The life and times of an underground art revolutionary."  But then I got side-tracked when the Home Office offered me a job working inside prisons watching for potential terrorist recruits, leading to my unfortunate role in a prison riot, my enforced resignation, and my eventual dissappearance into the art-underground.

Other things you may wish to know, I grew up in Dr. Banardos children home until the age of ten, was adopted, and after a short period. I ran away aged 16 and became homeless living on the streets of birmingham, in and out of night shelters and hostels etc.

I became self-employed at 19, at 26 I enrolled at University of Manchester. Came up with a ground breaking theory of Creativity at 31..........and well that was that, the writing was on the wall (literally!).........."nothing revolutionary ever comes out of a University" Frederich Nietzsche.......so I left to be revolutionary independent thinker on creativity and art-activist within the World, rather than within the cloistered world of academic insularity.

Well that seems to cover the some of the chapters, what else do you would anyone want to know?   I was a guest guest of honour at a City event with the Lord Mayor of Birmingham, I've experienced beautiful relationships, became a roadie and promoter, a sprinkling of sex, not too much drugs , and quantities of alcohol, denied the possible chance of Oxford, more University courses, strange stories of Psychology, ESP, Mensa, Ireland, Norway, a trip around the Meditteranean (Spain, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Russia), tried poetry, fighting  fascists, love at first sight, environmental protests, throwing paint over the police, flying over the "Cuckoos' Nest", the Tony Blair saga, watching Banksy sitting in the corner, Jenny, Julie, Hannah, Sandra, Hayley, Susan, Eileen, Jane, Joanne, Lorraine,Debbie, Michelle, Emily, Emma, Elizabeth, Poppy, and Stephanie and that's about it.

These are women I have had intimate relationships with, not in the physical sense, but as members of the spirtual sisterhood who have played, and continue to play a significant part within the processes of my memories, and organic creative thoughts, my existential learning and social development as a human being, without them I would probably ceased to exist years ago, or been walled up inside some form of Governement Institution, (A special Top Secret one no doubt1). My experiences of men (including myself) have led me to become a male-feminist. However I can work, socialise, and creatively collaborate with members of the male sex, but they have to very special, unique examples of reasonably enlightened maleness, otherwise its an unfortunate waste of my "Time".......

That was, and luckily, is still my life......the third section of my autobiography is ongoing...........hence The Creativity Manifest-Show, it just seems like the right time, so therefore, it is the right time.........

Philosophical Self Quotes (Feb: 2011)

"Creativity doesn't require art, art requires creativity"

"Society needs art, politics needs creativity"

(My Blue Period at 491 Gallery)

The Creativity Party (Non-profit social-arts organistion)

I'm currently working on developing the first temporary website of the Creativity Party.  Any person who wishes to consider becoming a member of the first Creativity Cabinet of The Creativity P.art.y please email:

Info@creativityparty.org

You do not need any creative, artistic, activist or political specialist knowledge or applied experience, but if you do have any of experience in any of these areas we would love to hear from you.

Creative community input of social-art content such as ideas, photos, events, video content, films, links etc that people wish to send for possible inclusion on the site, or that you may wish to display, share, show, or discuss at one of forthcoming informal social-art events, please get in touch.

The more you look, the less you find.

I feel 2011 is going to be a unique year of creativity for me.  Which reminds me I must track down a copy of "Can You Feel It" by the jacksons.  Every artist needs a selection of tunes to work by in the studio, music helps me to relax and get into a relaxed state that allows my unconscious creativity to emerge. 
I discover old vinyl in charity shops and eclectic music outlets down the backstreets of East London. The more I search for a specific tune the harder it seems to be to find, and when I don't search seem to magically appear at the most opportune, or at the strangest of moments.  The process seems to suggest to me that the more I look, the less I find, and the less I look the more I find just by randomly wandering about.

This to me is the essence of creative-social-artistic exploration and discovery. Some effort must be made to search out meaning, yet search too hard and you lose the very essence of experiencing the full creativeness and unexpectedness of life.

E17 Designers Market

Well, I made my way around the E17 Designers Market, and I must confess it was quite a surreal social experience which included a blue dress, embroidered art jackets, exquisite jewellery, chocolate cake, red wine girls, flowers, a stage, a man singing and palying guitar, a desk, disorganised flyers, vintage stuff a plenty. I loved it, even if people stared at me quite a lot.  It seems all you have to in London to stand out is wear a faux fur coat!  I think everyone should dress up for art events, its socially liberating and much more fun.