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Anonymous Asked:
which scool do you go to? chelsea college of art&design in london. i’m doing BA now, here’s my current year’s vlog: http://savemenealcassady.tumblr.com/
Have a Coke, baby
Happy Birthday you beautiful man; gate to my incipient artistic do’s and undo’s.
fuck me who
i need to pull my act together and do something that bears fruit. cause god knows i can feel the fire burning but so far i wanted to do everything a little bit. paint a bit, write a bit, play a bit guitar, make some self staged drama but i lose myself in amateurism. i used to say thats just cause i am young but where is the message? where only is my personal statement how will the young ones (the ones whom i adore) ever hear it if i never truely finish something and through that never reach authenticity? may my passions not be paired with talent will my interests all drown in mediocrity. i lack consistency. it seems like i am the everlasting seeker. ive been trying to find myself and so many times just throughlived facettes conducted by exterior icons .. where is me. do you ever truely find yourself? have you?
“Naturally, I have no heroes: I am my heroes. I am my brothers and sisters. I feel myself joined by the soul with all beauty. My heart sings with every brave endeavour. With the strange wings of impossible butterflies, with every rock that breathes life into the world. I stand shoulder to shoulder with all denouncers of meanness. I honour spirit and faith and uphold the glorious amateur. I’m in love with desperate men with desperate hands, walking in second-hand shoes searching for God and hearing God and hating God. I’m a desperate man, buckled with fear, I am a desperate man who demands to be listened to, who demands to connect. I’m a desperate man who denounces the dullness of money and status. I’m a desperate man who will not bow down to accolade or success. I’m a desperate man who loves the simplicity of painting and hates galleries and white walls and the dealers in art. Who loves unreasonableness and hotheadedness, who loves contradiction, hates publishing houses and also I am Vincent Van Gogh, Hiroshige and every living artist who dares to draw God on this planet.”
- saying it as it is: Mr Billy Childish
“Every night the fog climbs into my room and smothers me with its melancholy and then I wonder about myself, about my past and uncertain future, and I wonder if I have anything to be happy about or to look forward to, and then I go to my rotten suitcase, pull out my men’s magazines and masturbate.”
- Billy Childish, “Notebooks of a Naked Youth” (via scareofflight116) (Source: b0-ring) |
