Written in the Stars

Well so much for my vacation away from my blog. Things just keep popping up, thoughts, experiences, whatever…and I just feel that need to share.

Plus, I’m not sleeping that well. Didn’t sleep at all last night, even though I tried. I just tossed and turned. So I gave up that battle and said screw it!, just throw on the coffee and blog. You know you want to.

So here I am. Hi! 🙂 Haha!

I have been doing a couple mini-paintings, 12X16cm. Anyways, one of them is a continuation on what my last blog was about. The London, ON Coyote. The Fellow Wanderer. I wanted to share that. So here it is…

All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

The next painting I will show you is pretty interesting, at least I think so. I have this obsession with 3 stars. So I made that the focus on this little work of art. It originally started off as a plain old composition piece. But then I added more layers over lapping each-other, and added some stenciling on top of that. I made the number 3 solid, and the rest of the numbers are just the outlines. And of coarse, I finished it off with 3 stars to finish it off.

Anyways, dedicated followers (from FB, and Twitter especially) may notice that within a lot of the stuff I do, photo edits, art, I often place 3 stars on it. Not in a straight line either. I don’t really understand it myself, on why I’m so uptight about it. It HAS TO BE 3 stars!! Not more, not less, 3.

I have some examples, FB covers…selfies….

Anyways, after I finished my painting, I decided to research possible reasoning for the 3 stars. What could possibly possess this urge to label the things I do with 3 stars? I started my search with constellations of coarse, a 3 star triangle, and voila! I find The Summer Triangle!

But what does it mean? The Summer Triangle consists of 3 stars; Vega, Deneb, and Altair. Now to break those down and what those symbolize.

Aquila/ Altair – represents an eagle/ Thunderbird of the Greeks. The bird of Zeus, in Greek mythology.

Deneb/ Cygnus – symbol of Soul.

Vega/ Lyra – “Vega’s name is derived from the Arabic Al Nasr al Waki, the Swooping Eagle, because it is depicted as an eagle, vulture, or falcon bearing a harp or lyre in it’s talons. It Babylonia, it was Dilgan, The Messenger of Light.” – author unknown, resource; http://www.souledout.org

A messenger of light, eh? That kind of makes sense for an artist. I mean, artists play with colour, and what is colour? Colour is light. So technically we play with light. As for a messenger, I did say in a previous post that my life is the message. Hopefully it will all come together one day and the message I leave behind makes sense. Haha! Fuck your money! That’s not my purpose here. It is the message I leave behind! Artists are messengers, that’s a pretty cool way of looking at it.

Newho, I’m not saying that is my reason for the stars, even though it is interesting. But it is possible, because quite honestly, I don’t know what possesses me to do so. I just do it, the stars are meant to be there, in their exact placement.

I should probably share the painting I did that got me babbling about all this in the first place… Tada!

12X16 cm acrylic painting by Pooks - All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

12X16 cm acrylic painting by Pooks – All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

I just wanted to share that with you folks, because I was just absolutely flabbergasted! You learn something new everyday, how exciting! 🙂 – Pooks

“I think that we are like stars. Something happens to burst us open; but when we burst open and think we are dying; we’re actually turning into a supernova. And then when we look at ourselves again, we see that we’re suddenly more beautiful than we ever were before!”

– C. Joybell. C

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The Fellow Wanderer

January 25th, 2015. I guess you can say I was deeply affected by the coyote that was wandering throughout this city. Today the London Police have hunted it down, and killed it. That breaks my heart. But I knew they would, especially since lately that is how they “solve” all “issues”, with weapons and violence. It really puts a damper on my faith in humanity. Especially when given an opportunity to do a random act of kindness. They could have captured it, and set it free in the wild. No, they do the most inhumane thing, and take it’s life.

But they probably just see a “beast”, a “wild savage animal” that is a supposed threat. Through my knowledge from growing up way up north, a coyote alone is not threatening, it is however when they travel and hunt in packs.

I have silly memories of coyotes up north. Hearing their howls get closer and closer. I can laugh now, but it was terrifying back then. One time I was with a group of friends in a field trying to catch fire flies. I think we were originally trying to hitch hike, but we got distracted. Anyways, we heard howls in the distance, and thought it was the dog pound. But then the howls started to get closer, and closer, and a friend identified coyote tracks. So we were like; “Oh shit. RUN!!!” And we ran back into town, all the way to a friends house.

Another time, my supposed sister and I used to work at a golf coarse. Anyways, we rode bikes to and from work. At night, the fields were pitch black. One night after leaving work, we couldn’t see the coyotes, but we could definitely hear them. They were close, and man did we ever just freakin book it out of the golf coarse. As long as we get to the top of the hill yo, we’ll go flying down the other side to safety. Haha! Good times! Thank the coyotes for the adventures!

Anyways, I’m pretty sure I encountered this local coyote on a bike trail by the Thames River, during one of my little walks. At the time I thought it was just a stray dog with really long legs and no collar. But the more I see images on the news of the coyote, the more I think that that stray dog I seen was it. It seemed harmless, just happily trotting along the Thames. A wanderer like myself. If it really were at all threatening as the News, and the London Police, makes it out to be, it could have attacked me like prey right then and there. But it didn’t. I respected it’s space, it respected mine.

Up north, in Balmertown, Ontario, you learn to respect an animals space real quick. Especially when walking to the grocery store and you nearly walk into a bear. Like 5-10 feet away. I have this habit of not making eye contact when I’m speaking to someone. So if I’m talking to someone and were walking, I’m often looking at the ground. I was told at a young age by an elder that eye contact was rude. Anyways, I look up, and there’s a bear! Yeah. Quietly, and slowly walk backwards. Give it it’s space. I’ve had many interesting animal encounters up north. Thanks to being raised up north, for it has given me an immense amount of respect for nature and the animals. It has a way of making you feel connected to it. That we are connected to every living thing, no matter how different it’s appearance.

The London Police didn’t have to kill it. I mean majority of the people are in their homes staring at screens anyways. They use the safety of children as an excuse. But most kids these days are hooked to the screens, video-games and YouTube. Children rarely play outdoors these days. People are made to be too terrified to go outdoors, thanks to the media.

To them it’s just a coyote, to me it’s a fellow spirit, and they killed it. I cried after reading the news that they “put it down.” This world is so cruel to nature and each-other. It truly does break my heart. – Pooks

“Our task must be to free ourselves… by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and it’s beauty.”- Albert Einstein

Short and Sweet

I don’t really have much to share this week. Just some thoughts here and there, I don’t know. Maybe they will add up. We’ll see.

I had a good visit over the weekend with my children. My daughter and I get artsy a lot. I guess I feel it is important as a parent to encourage her creativity. I mean, she told me that she’s the only student that takes interest in art in her class. The only artist. That is saddening. So I feel that it is my role to keep her inspired, and creating art so that this fucked up system doesn’t rob her of that, and try to direct her else where, when her passion is in art.

I think it’s cute that she takes pride in being a “weirdo” like mommy. She has that fearlessness to be silly, and just be herself. She calls me her star. So that’s pretty cool that I am making such a huge impact on this little person. I’m inspiring her.

For the last couple of weeks, my kids keep asking me if I’m famous. Haha! I joke around and answer, “Yeah, everybody knows me!” Other times I answer with; “I am known as Pooks the artist and writer.” I wouldn’t call it fame though. I’m not rich and glamorous.  Heck, I write this blog for free. As for my art, I do sell some pieces, but not enough to make a living. A portion of what I make is to give back to the Ark Aid Street Mission & the New School of Colour, or I donate my art to fundraisers. The goal is leave my mark, to create a ripple effect. A message. To be remembered after I’m gone, and to hopefully make some kind of difference in this fucked up world. It’s not about money.

Speaking of money, I got a notice from my co-op that I owe $40. Ugh! Money money money. People are always asking for more money. It’s annoying. Especially when realistically there isn’t enough floating around physically, and yet, people always want more. No matter what, you’re in debt. We’re all fucked, yet we keep supporting this stupid system. As for my co-op, they fear the co-op has maybe 8 years or so before the government fucks us over. If you were really that concerned, you’d get involved with the community that is fighting against Capitalism. Heck, there was an event held yesterday at the Aeolian Hall specifically about Co-Ops and Capitalism. How much you want to bet that no member of this co-op even went to this event? Even when their head office is plunked in a community that is trying very hard to make some positive changes.  I was considering it, but the time collided with the New School of Colour, and this sensitive little empathetic peach needs her art time damn it! So given a choice, art will always win with me. It heals, empowers, and gives me a voice in a very symbolic way. People tend to understand symbols better than they do each-other when it comes to communication. Art is power, thank the University for showing me that.

So yeah, no idea what I owe arrears for. But I’ll eventually take care of it. Just not really in a social mood, especially regarding something as utterly ridiculous as money. I’ll take care of it when I’m motivated, but right now I just think it’s stupid. It’s all bullshit. You people are silly.

There’s more important things to be concerned about. Which reminds me about this goal setting thing at Leads for our next module. It’s like I’m expected to want money. Want to make money. Make more money. Why? I hate it. My goals aren’t the same as the average person. There is a deeper meaning, a deeper purpose. I’m expected to be selfish. Yet I’m the kind of person that asks for fuck all. But I’m supposed to want to buy and consume. Love material things.

I guess you can say I give up trying to fit in a system that doesn’t want me in it to begin with. An annishanaabe woman is considered “inferior” in this world, so why the fuck should I try to cooperate? I mean, no one in this city freakin hires me anyways. Not to mention, we just keep losing more and more jobs, that doesn’t really help. So I might as well just do my own thing. Let me be, and stop pressuring me to be something I’m not. To conform into a system that thinks I’m not worthy. No thanks. I see why a lot of natives often just create their own jobs, and businesses. Following the herd is just unrealistic.

Anyways, I was thinking that maybe I should go on hiatus for awhile from this blog. There are trolls that just follow to criticize, not to mention, my obsessive ex that just won’t fuck off. He still stalks me here, and I’m quite tired of it. I don’t know what I have to say or do for him to get the point that Caski and Pooks are over. I mean, during my visits my kids will mention things from this blog, that they normally wouldn’t know had it not be for this blog, and their father stalking me online. We have been separated since 2009/2010. My life is none of his business anymore.

I don’t know. We’ll see how if I feel like writing next week or not. But lately, I feel less and less like writing. Maybe I just need a vacation from my blog, and live a little more privately. – Pooks

“To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.”- Anthony Burgess

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Ignite

This blog post is a day late but that’s okay. I put my blog aside to paint last night, and I didn’t want to put my painting down until it was complete.  Which wasn’t until 2am in the morning.

It was originally going to be a cubism painting, but the more I got into it, the more it altered. Making the subject in the foreground cubist, and as the image as a whole trails off to the window in the background, the cubism fades.

I find a lot more thought was put into this, such as alignment, placement of colour, rhythm, balance, contrast (opposites) to little details such as leaving the floor flat. I decided not to shade it, and leave it flat as floor. Haha!

Anyways, it’s an 8X10 inches acrylic painting of a pole dancer in a studio or something. Why a pole dancer? I don’t know. Maybe I’m touching base on that femininity, and sexuality topic again that us women often get called a “tramp” for. We should be allowed to celebrate and be proud of our femininity and sexuality because we too are beautiful. So yes, it’s an empowering women kind of image.

Pole dancing, and burlesque are forms of art, just like every other dance form. I respect it. I think it is beautiful. There is something about a person that is not afraid to dance, their inner spirit seems more free I find. They are not intimidated by humility, or what others think. I love that about dancing.

Newho, the art piece! I haven’t titled it yet. I really have been slacking when it comes to giving my work titles. But whatever. Voila!

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All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

Anyways, onto other things….and other art, which I will get to later. As you can see I am in better spirits compared to what I was these past two weeks. Art is magical that way. That and my visits with my children are back into a scheduled routine. Yaaay! I did see them this past weekend, and I’ll see them again this coming weekend.

Which reminds me, I took them to their first opening art reception which was held at The Root Cellar. It was the facilitator of the New School of Colour’s solo exhibit. He supports me so much over the years, it only makes sense to return the favor. Plus it gave my daughter a chance to try out her new camera at an actual event. She loved it. My son didn’t quite understand it, he’s not into the arts. I took some photo’s myself, although I think I missed one art piece. There was a crowd of people in front of it, so I didn’t get to capture that one. Anyways, we had fun. Jeremy treated my kids to hot chocolate, and me to a coffee. My kids think The Root Cellar has the best hot chocolate they ever had.

Art by Jeremy Jeresky. Photo taken by Pooks.

Art by Jeremy Jeresky. Photo taken by Pooks.

So anyways, yaaay, muh babies have returned, and our crazy adventures together can continue!

As for the other things that upset me for two weeks, the end of a friendship, and the Idle No More episode. Yeah, over it. I vented, I got it out in every way, shape and form. For example, creating art with a mallet. That was very therapeutic. An end of a friendship is kind of like mourning a death. A part you you dies with that friendship. But every time something comes to an end…something else begins…

I turned to my art. I recall someone saying that art is like a muscle, it needs to be constant in order to improve, or get better. Kind of like when I told my daughter if she keeps practicing drawing, she will get better. She didn’t believe me at first, but she’s learning fast. There was a time I used to have to draw a dotted line to guide her when it comes to drawing hearts. Now, she’s a pro! Not only that, but she’s moved up from drawing stick figures, to breaking the body down into shapes. 😉 Anyways, she practices at home a lot, and I get a stack of drawings for gifts. It’s awesome. The point is, I looked at myself, do I put enough time and effort into my own art? No. I didn’t feel like I was growing, I was more or less stuck. Sticking to what was familiar to me, and not really challenging myself. A stagnant artist recycling the same ideas over and over. Whether others can see that or not, I don’t know. But I think it’s time to grow.

So I decided that I am going to put more time into my art. To my surprise, that idea is being encouraged. Yes, the encouragement came as a surprise because I normally get told that I’m being “unrealistic”. No, unrealistic is an artist trying to be something they are not. Not only does my Leads worker support this, but also Jeremy Jeresky. He asked about my schooling, I told him that I am taking a year off to focus on my “mental health”. Which he then said…” About that…” then told me the news that he’s going to try to open up another New School of Colour session during the week. So not only on Mondays, but also on a Wednesday. And instead of having it in the evening, it will be during the day. How awesome is that?! More studio time! Yaaay!!

Speaking of my mental health, during my last appointment at Leads, we skipped past the rest of the empathy section in our module. It is clear that that is not something that needs work. I have plenty empathy. Too much empathy in fact. I don’t think there was anything in that module regarding controlling too much empathy. So we moved onto body language, and criticism. That was interesting. I know I don’t handle criticism very well. I take things too personally. Everything just jabs me in the heart 😦 I’m so sensitive. But we also looked at destructive and constructive criticism, so hopefully that will help me decipher between the two more better.

In the future, we plan to replace my time management module with goal setting and planning. Yeah, I guess someone as spontaneous as I that just wings it, and has no plan, should learn to plan. Although I find a lot of the time planning leads to expectations, and expectations lead to disappointment. A lot of unnecessary stress. But I guess I can give it a whirl. Attempting to follow a line. Society and their lines, they sure do love their lines. Haha! But yes, goals. Goals. Do I really have any goals? I don’t really think I do. Or they’re unclear. I might write another book. Maybe one day have a solo art show of my own, I don’t know. The goal is the message. The message is my perspective and observations, what I create and leave behind. Therefore it is an ongoing process, and will not be complete until I am dead. That is the long term goal. Short term..hmm…

Thinking about school, job searching, “mental health.” Even in regards to my family situation. I get it. As a non- conformist not only will I ever fit in, but I am a threat to the whole damn system. Haha! I could change things. That would be scary to people that are so used to routine, structure, labels, and imaginary lines. Everyone is supposed to think the same, do the same, obey without questioning. Follow the line. I’ve always been this way. Always felt this way. I wonder. I wander. It’s not going to change. So, why was an artist trying to get into retail? I’m not the sales clerk. I’m the artist. I suddenly recall watching a video of Corey Taylor giving a speech at a University, and his words just ring to me; “Do what you’re good at.”

So yes, I am putting a lot more time and passion into my art. Matter of fact, after I left my last Leads appointment. I mailed off a small post card sized painting to Norway to be a part of the #TwitterArtExhibit . I love these opportunities where my art can contribute and help others in a way through fundraisers. Not only do I get to feel proud for pitching in, but it gives my art a deeper purpose that can actually help others, even just a little.

This will be my second time participating. This year the fundraiser will be benefiting Home-Start Moss, a non-profit organization helping families in need. That’s absolutely awesome!!

The following image is what I had submitted, and it’s currently on it’s way to Norway!! Yaaaay! My art is traveling!!

"Insubordinate" Acrylic 16X12cm  painting by Pooks. All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

“Insubordinate” Acrylic 16X12cm painting by Pooks. All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

I haven’t completely kicked my activism to the curb. I still think it is important to learn what you can. I mean, why let 3-5 punks from Idle No More stop me? I mean, one did try to send me a private message online. An attempt to taunt me some more. I checked his profile. Turns out he’s a total bitch boy fuckin working at the registrar for a government office. Freakin call me the separatist? How do I know he’s not a separatist? Huh? Freakin call yourself Idle No More with a job like that?! That’s a disgrace and insulting to what Idle No More stands for. If he were really Idle No More, he’d quit. Newho, I messaged back, he seen it, and of coarse was too chicken shit to respond back without his little posse. Figures.

I have The Black Flag Anarchist School, and the L&R Study group to thank for sparking my inner activist flame again. I feel inspired and ready to dive back in. I’m not sure what an artist like me can do with what I learn and absorb from these groups, we shall see. In the mean time, I look forward to just learning as much as I can.

It was my first time attending both this week. Anyways, at The Black Flag Anarchist School, it was an art class session that intrigued me. When I got there, another opportunity presented itself. The art we were creating was for The Prisoner Justice Film Festival. I got to challenge my skills to a theme, and I gave myself less then an hour to complete it. The following image is what will be submitted.

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At the Love & Rage Study group, we were going over material called “What is Class Struggle Anarchism?” by Wayne Price, and discussing the various class struggles and Capitalism. Well, I did more listening then talking. Still not quite comfortable using my voice. Speaking, and reading in front of crowds scares me. Using my voice scares me. I believe I’ve mentioned that long ago. It is a bizarre fear, the result of abuse. Hence, the art and the writing is my voice. Enough about that… the study group. I found it to be very inspiring, and I’ll likely return to a future session.

Speaking of anarchism, and activism. That reminded me of another 12X16cm painting I did, based on something I once said, or tweeted. Something along the lines as; “Politicians are a waste of paint. Immortalize an activist.” I remembered saying that, and decided to do it. So I did a small painting of The Indignants; Bailey Lamon.

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All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

So yes, I guess you can say I’ve been extremely creative lately, and letting my love for art lead the way…with some assistance.

Ugh! Now it’s past midnight, and my blog post is 2 days late now! 😦 I tried. I really really tried. I don’t know, I was struggling with glitches earlier. Pictures wouldn’t upload, drafts wouldn’t save…. it was a glitchy struggle just to get this far. Thanks for your patience if you’ve been waiting.

Newho, I think things are taking an interesting turn. Life should be an adventure, and I think mine certainly is. – Pooks

“Create with your heart. Build with your mind.”

– Criss Jami

Into an Abyss of Withdrawal

Honestly, I did not want to write today. But here I am writing anyways. It is just something I have to do. I can’t really explain it, but it is a part of what I am. A passion I can’t let slide no matter how depressed I may be feeling. It is a part of my purpose.

So now you know depression is the issue here. I didn’t want to write and just be a total downer. I’m not one to burden others with my shit. In person, as far as you know; “I’m fine.”

I guess a lot has hit me all at once over the holidays. A supposed best-friend rejects and kicks me to the curb just before Christmas for being “too offensive”. For being too honest. I guess people only say they respect and want honesty until they actually get it.

But then again, this is a person that has flat out told me she doesn’t like and only tolerates this other artist that paints hockey logos. Or as I referred to as the cock-eyed red head. But on Monday, there she is pretending to be all buddy buddy with her. Wow! Bravo! Someone should totally nominate this  woman for an Oscar Award. Her acting is astounding! Too bad this other person isn’t aware of her bullshit. I kinda feel bad she’s being played like that, even though me and this “cock eyed red head” did have our own issues in the past.

I personally would not be able to do that. Live a lie like that. Lying to myself and others. Seems like a shameful, deceitful way to live. But than again, I have come to the realization that not only are majority of the people cowards, but they are also fake ass people pleasers. They are not true to themselves. They are so concerned what the “others” will think about what they say, do, even appear. Clones. People mimicking people’s expectations. Sheep, just following the herd. Cowards that are just constantly lying to themselves. They come off as so rehearsed, saying the same lame catch phrases repeatedly for approval. Do you even know who the fuck you are? Like, seriously, deep down. I doubt it. People waste so much time kissing each-others asses their heads get lost up there. I guess I’m realizing just how rare genuine authentic people really are. How rare I am.

Anyways, maybe it’s karma. Even though I don’t normally believe in karma. I “unfriended” her spontaneously on FB in the past, but I at least gave an explanation and reason. I didn’t even get that. Just a cold shoulder, and a nose in the air. In the past, I did so so that she wasn’t caught in the middle of the drama between the “cock eyed red head” and I. If anything, I was trying to protect her from the drama and bullshit. But in this recent case, this other person isn’t even on FB, the person I was ranting about for snapping at me and making an unnecessary scene for sharing ideas. I guess small minds can’t comprehend that many ideas, they can only discuss gossip about people. Maybe I’ve just outgrown that crowd. Anyways, I was “unfriended” for venting. Wow, that is just fuckin dumb. This clearly shows, I need to make better friends.

Onto the other shit that hit me all at once, such as being ganged up on by fellow Idle No More members for bringing up an issue that affects and reflects on us all. I mean, if the person you steal from is aware that you are apart of Idle No More, yeah, that behavior will reflect on the whole movement. Perhaps I was hoping that whomever stole the 50 flags from the International Indigenous Unity Flag artist would do the honorable thing and either return the flags, or pay for them. It was a long shot hoping it would reach whomever was responsible. But the online bullying attack really put a damper on any hope I had for the movement, for a revolution. Just to see and experience first hand how easily they turn on their own, wow. That was devastating.

The troll on twitter calling me a thief, hobo and tramp. Rude remarks  instantly piss me off. Just ask my ex, he’s a pro at verbal abuse, and he wonders why I won’t take him back. Haha! It pisses me off more so coming from strangers that don’t even know me personally, not that my ex really knows me either and he’s always shooting his mouth off. So who the fuck is he to judge? Ya know? Not only that, but I am so fed up with sexism and discrimination, I get enough of that chauvinistic bullshit from my abusive ex, thank you very much!

Which brings me to another point that’s got me down lately, my children. Not seeing them over the holidays. Not seeing them for two straight weeks. I can’t help but feel blue as the time drags on. Supposedly my visit is scheduled for this upcoming Saturday. We’ll see. Excuse me if I just feel very pessimistic lately. This change affects our schedule we had going. Technically I should have seen them on the 3ird, but I didn’t, obviously. No idea why not. I mean, Merrymount was back open and running. So what’s the fuckin excuse?!

Anyways, as you may recall the personal research I was doing regarding the brain, and communication. Yeah, fuck that! I find myself becoming more withdrawn, not really wanting to engage or interact with people. People cannot be trusted. Everyone will just fuckin hurt you and stomp all over you. That is my conclusion to that.

Sure I attended the New School of Colour on Monday, but I wasn’t there to socialize. I only showed up to paint. Prior to making an appearance, I was saying to myself; “To go, or not to go. That is the question. That is always the question.” It took a lot just to motivate myself to leave the house.

That question pops up a lot lately, especially when it comes to events. “Do I really want to surround myself with people?” Not really.

Other than all that, I have been painting more at home. It temporarily takes my mind off things. Plus since I haven’t landed an actual job in London, I’ve been here for over a decade. I figure why bother trying to mold into your world? Your world sucks. Besides, it’s just not happening. So I might as well just do what I do, and that is art. I’m at a fuck-it-all point when it comes to society and the people in it. I’m just gonna do what the fuck I’m good at, fuck society, and their lame rules and expectations. I will paint and paint until my stone cold heart is content.

So 2015 has started off rather dark, but perhaps it’s only necessary. Pain tends to be what transforms a person. For better or for worse, I don’t know. One thing I can say is, no matter what, I’m going to keep it real and stick to honesty and truth. – Pooks

“The high-minded man must care more for the truth than for what people think.”- Aristotle

NOW FOR THE VISUALS…

Pooks sketch/ diagram of the Creative Process. All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

Pooks sketch/ diagram of the Creative Process. All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

I gave myself a linear perspective assignment. - Pooks/ All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

I gave myself a linear perspective assignment. – Pooks/ All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

Acrylic painting by Pooks using a brush and a mallet. All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

Acrylic painting by Pooks using a brush and a mallet. All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

The Hobo & The Tramp

Looks like I’m typing more today than I thought. Thank you @canadian_makin via Twitter, for displaying the disgusting behavior on why I think I cannot trust anyone, or have any faith in humanity. Trust me, I was holding onto the tiniest of thread. But I am just shown that people are cruel over and over again.

As you see here, it’s like he automatically assumes I’m a “hobo” and a “tramp”. Why? Cuz I stuck up for the homeless? Or because I am coloured and I MUST be a hobo and tramp then. But then again, maybe the photo I ended my last blog post with, got the reaction I thought it would. It wouldn’t surprise me if he snooped around before making his judgement call.

The photo I ended my last blog was deliberate, and I was just waiting for a person to use it against me, so I can bring up my point on why I did so.

Does the photo I ended my last blog post make me a tramp? Here it is again.

All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

All Rights Reserved. All Photos Property of Pauline King Shannon (Pooks) ©

Yes, it is nude, but still modest. I am still showing nothing, but clearly this has shocked and devastated a viewer. Why is that? Can a woman not love herself and want to capture and immortalize the moments of when she was a young woman? I’m not going to be 32 forever, I will age. I feel I should be proud of my femininity, and sexuality as a woman. Why is it shamed and ridiculed to capture? It’s not porn. Many photographers can take photos of women nude, and have it not be considered porn. But there is something wrong when I do it. Make any sense? A lot of discrimination these days.

And you wonder why I don’t like humans. Why I question my faith in humanity. Why should I give a fuck for people that don’t give a fuck about me? By all means poison and kill each-other like the dumb ass species you are. Continue to support a system that fails you time and time again. You are that fuckin stupid, sad, pathetic, and hopeless.

I’m starting to think I should stay away from social media sites like Facebook, and Twitter as much as possible. I only get hurt. Matter of fact, just stay away from people. Maybe the only people worth suffering any pain for are my children, every one else can just go fuck themselves. You are doing a good job of that anyways, fucking yourselves right over. The slow suicide of humanity. You let it happen. And you keep picking masters like they will change things. Haha! They never do. Shit just repeats itself. You silly fools. YOU change things. Stop depending on other people do shit for you. But I don’t know why I even bother to tell you that, no one listens to me anyways. So lets just pretend that I didn’t.

There is no revolution until you cowards overcome your fears, risk it all, destroy the illusions in front of you. If you really wanted change, you would destroy everything that oppresses you by now, and the people that claim they have power over you. So sorry, I don’t believe you. Revolution my ass!

But in order to do that, you all need to do that. And, that’s not happening. Too many stupid, ignorant people still supporting and defending the system that abuses them .I imagine this man, Dave, a.k.a @canadian_makin, is just one of those stupid blind fuckin sheep. He sure does act like one with his quick judgments. He thinks he’s so special, different from the “hobos” and “tramps”. Well…we’re all human. Hate to break that ego!

But that’s what you brain washed fucks train yourselves to believe. You got this graph of a pyramid ingrained in your heads, Capitalists at the top. Anyone at the bottom or close to it deserves to be shamed. How about you erase that fuckin pyramid in your mind, and replace it with a circle. That is the truth.

Anyways, rant over. Discrimination and oppression still exist. Nothing has changed.

I think my photo has done it’s job, bringing that to light. THAT is art. Now excuse me while I take a bow. I knew it would only take a matter of time before someone would freak out and say such things as “SLUT!” “WHORE!” “Sinner!” Or something along those lines.

Bravo @canadian_makin for being the first discriminating sexist douche to say something and prove my premeditated point. – Pooks

“Reducing a group to a slur or stereotype reduces us all.”

– DeShanne Stokes