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#LoveTheEdges #RoughRoundTheEdges 🎨 #PaintAPicture #Canvas... (Thu, 14 Dec 2017)
#LoveTheEdges #RoughRoundTheEdges 🎨 #PaintAPicture #Canvas #ForgetPerfection #EmbraceExpression
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When I am so done with humans…I remember I too am human.... (Mon, 11 Dec 2017)
When I am so done with humans…I remember I too am human. 😛#JustAnother #InTheCrowd
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Just another one in the #crowd… #watchingthefootball... (Mon, 11 Dec 2017)
Just another one in the #crowd… #watchingthefootball & #drawing #yesterday
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Crying Dome IV (1.2m by 1m, Acrylic on Canvas, 2013). القدس هي... (Thu, 07 Dec 2017)
Crying Dome IV (1.2m by 1m, Acrylic on Canvas, 2013). القدس هي عاصمة #فلسطين# #Jerusalem #SadDayForTheWorld 💛💜💙💜💛
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Caption this… #WeNeedToTalk #CaptionCompetition... (Tue, 05 Dec 2017)
Caption this… #WeNeedToTalk #CaptionCompetition #Conversations #BeingHuman 🎨😊
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My friend is now an #artcollector united with her painting.... (Sun, 03 Dec 2017)
My friend is now an #artcollector united with her painting. ☺🎨 #ILoveTheseMoments #WorthWaitingFor #TheGift #ArtInTheHome #RickAndMorty #DenAndDave #Glasgow #Memories #Love
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#Changetheconversation with yourself first.... (Thu, 30 Nov 2017)
#Changetheconversation with yourself first. #Howwespeaktoourselves #matters #tbt
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#Rise&shine & #beginsomewhere again, escape #thecrowd ✨ (Mon, 27 Nov 2017)
#Rise&shine & #beginsomewhere again, escape #thecrowd ✨
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#Reshare ✨ #TheBigSleepOut sees hundreds of people choosing to... (Mon, 27 Nov 2017)
#Reshare ✨ #TheBigSleepOut sees hundreds of people choosing to spend the night outside sleeping in cardboard boxes to support homeless people that have no choice and have to do this every night. No one knows what the next page of your life’s book is: #ItCouldBeMe I’ll be taking part for a one night experience of a tiny part of what it is like to be homeless, sleeping out in the cold to support homeless people with nothing but a cardboard box and a sleeping bag. Anyone who truly knows me knows how cold I get in the cold, lol! If you are able to support please check out https://www.justgiving.com/fundraising/unatrac ☺👍🏾. Or text donate using the code BGSL55, amount, to 70070 e.g suggestion donation text, “BGSL55 £1” … Any donation no matter how small will help homeless people through not only the toughest time of the year, where the temperature drops and we surround ourselves with family at Christmas, but also provide them with shelter and somewhere to get food and clothing throughout the whole year. For more information on the Big SleepOut, Trinity and Slough Homeless please visit http://www.wearetrinity.org.uk/the-big-sleepout/ ********************************** The painting shown is an older favourite #tbt, “Children of Adam” (1 m by 70 cm, Acrylic on Canvas, 2014) and shows the weekly gathering for the homeless soup kitchen in Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London, run by Children of Adam. ☺
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These three characters on the train asked me to draw... (Sun, 26 Nov 2017)
These three characters on the train asked me to draw them… perhaps they wish they hadn’t 😅. No, they actually loved it. 👨🏽‍🎨#LineDrawing #RandomHumans #Friends #TFL #LondonUnderground #GreekOrigin
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Pauses are for observation. #SpeedDrawing #characters on #London... (Sat, 25 Nov 2017)
A post shared by mo*star art (@mostarart) on Nov 25, 2017 at 3:44am PST Pauses are for observation. #SpeedDrawing #characters on #London #Underground part 3/3
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Pauses are for observation. #Drawing #characters on #London... (Sat, 25 Nov 2017)
A post shared by mo*star art (@mostarart) on Nov 25, 2017 at 3:42am PST Pauses are for observation. #Drawing #characters on #London #Underground part 2/3
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Pauses are for observation. #Drawing #characters on #London... (Sat, 25 Nov 2017)
A post shared by mo*star art (@mostarart) on Nov 25, 2017 at 3:40am PST Pauses are for observation. #Drawing #characters on #London #Underground part 1/3
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Red flag.🇪🇬 #whenwordsarenotenough #Masr... (Fri, 24 Nov 2017)
Red flag.🇪🇬 #whenwordsarenotenough #Masr #Egypt … “Red Square 3.0” (100cm by 70cm, Mixed Media - Acrylic, spray paint, collage, on canvas, 2012).
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#Idontknowwhathappened #3-3 🎨 “I don’t... (Wed, 22 Nov 2017)
#Idontknowwhathappened #3-3 🎨 “I don’t know…” #words ☺
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“There are times when you need someone… I will be... (Mon, 20 Nov 2017)
“There are times when you need someone… I will be by your side (oh)… There is a light that shines… Special for you and me”. #Common #SongLyrics #HipHop #OffTheTrain #HowIPerceiveYou #TheLight that shines from you, #Phone 📱✨🤦🏽‍♂️☺ “It’s important we communicate, tune the fate of this union to the right pitch…”
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As you asked… I’ll share more of my #drawings over... (Mon, 20 Nov 2017)
As you asked… I’ll share more of my #drawings over the coming weeks and months… #life #time #waiting . Any #PenOnPaper 🖊🖋✒️📝🖌👨🏽‍🎨☺
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Returning to this #painting #tonight and making good #progress,... (Mon, 20 Nov 2017)
Returning to this #painting #tonight and making good #progress, enjoying it👨🏽‍🎨🎨 #PaintingInProgress #ArtistInTheFlow
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She looked like this! #DrawingOnLondonUnderground #TFL... (Sat, 18 Nov 2017)
A post shared by mo*star art (@mostarart) on Nov 18, 2017 at 12:36pm PST She looked like this! #DrawingOnLondonUnderground #TFL #WomanWithHeadphones and phone #sketch 🎨
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#MindTheGap between the train and the platform... (Sat, 18 Nov 2017)
A post shared by mo*star art (@mostarart) on Nov 18, 2017 at 5:43am PST #MindTheGap between the train and the platform #BigPufferJacketMan #BootsWithTheFur 😃#LineDrawing #Caricature #SpeedDemon
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An archive blog entry, which means a lot...

Visiting Art Studios in Glasgow.

October 20, 2007:
 

"Room by room, picture by picture an image was painted in my mind. Some had larger spaces than others, some more organised spaces…others a collage of mess, spreading itself across the floor as if trying to escape the melancholy of its confined space of forced creativity. Still the pictures insisted on invading my consciousness, some for the wrong reasons altogether. Some were more memorable than others. However each space had a common denominator, a denomination I simply do not have; namely the resident artist had the means and social standing to have captured his den. And the time to practice their craft; though admittedly some seemed to use this gift more thoughtfully than others. Time is a gift that once granted can not be recaptured I reminded myself.

And do any of them have a skill that I do not have. No, rather most seemed to be numbed by a lack of vitality to their work; as if in constant conflict between producing work to please their own selves or to please their audience. A delicate balance, one which every artist struggles with – until they find a part of them that reasons that it is better to produce art that they themselves would like to see hanging on their wall…after all, if the art does not sell at least their home will be decorated to their taste.

Yet most seem trapped by the confines of modern taste. And then there were those that upset even my sensibilities. I mean, it is surely self-indulgent to the extreme to paint metal boards in plain colours and even have the audacity to name them, as if trying to attach a hidden meaning to the “paintings”. These were arranged in a uniform line, outside the artist’s space...presumably to lure viewers in. Rather to lure art lovers in to the false acceptance that this represents a worthy effort to produce “art work”. I felt I should maybe confront the young man in question, but then the sympathy and solidarity I feel to people striving to make a living from what they have a love for held me back. In retrospect it should not have…the man had made a mockery of any true effort other artists make in pursuit of their passion.

I moved on, saddened by what I had seen…yet the general malaise inspired in me the realisation that I could produce work that was more interesting and engaging than most of what I had seen. Suddenly, my work had a new found relevance. And to think some of these artists had a studio space, at the expense of new graduates or seasoned “tryers” – those that would really, truly, appreciate the silent hub this provided.

The previous day I had visited the open exhibition at Project Ability – a dedicated studio for those with mental difficulties. Now there was true inspiration and effort, instigated through suffering. Somehow the art was far more creative and displayed far more vigor, as if seemingly not being aware of, or being able to conform, to conventional social thought processes freed the artists, freed their minds to flow imaginatively past the dullness and sameness of Sunday’s art.

And the work that struck me most was not a painting, rather it was an ordinary wall clock attached to a plain white wall. Ordinary, until I noticed of course it was anything but. Replacing the minute timers were bright red pills, the kind which are cylindrical and as shiny as new buttons, as if offering a shining hope to the sufferer. These were given relevance by the minute timer, which was in fact a needle; used to administer hope to the minds of the mentally disturbed. Maybe art could be seen as their medicine, or at least their release…like an antidote released in their bloodstream. A cure from social exclusion. Suddenly they were accepted into a world where only those who can demonstrate formal training are taken seriously, a world where ordinary passers-by somehow feel compelled to ask the artist where they have studied – as if this somehow frames their enjoyment, or not, of an image. “I studied whilst receiving treatment for mental disorder” is probably not a reply often heard. So Project Ability was able to transcend barriers, and seemingly numb the barriers of pain the artists had undoubtedly suffered in their lives." Mo Negm.