Monday, 25 June 2012

i want to fall into the well of God

the be made well of God
the let go and be with of love
the endless restorative never ending sufficiency of love' provision
the cleansing repairing bath of being God's
the mother father brother sister parent child child parent love of God from God to God in God in Love love within of Loving God the sensible sensuous reality of God the flavours taste visions breath and hOLINESS OF THE BOOK OF BEING gOD'S THE AUTHORITY AUTHOR TO CHARACTER RELEVENCE OF BEING PART OF FRAGMENT WORD SENTENCE FABRIC PAPER PAGED REMNANT GARMENT OF gOD oh

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

A prayer

Loving Father God, Dear Lord Jesus,.Holy Spirit Counsellor and friend 
what should I do?I have the memory of a joy of childhood when I was dearly loved for my playfulness.
A rude awakening that has been sustained,

A contrasting pairs of paired words occurred whilst the software rooted through the computer to find no viruses .Thank you.

The pairs of pairs was 
superior cleverness 
and Childlike innocence

I hold in my heart one mentor
and a kindly friend
Dr frederick franck
and the warm thoughts of Claske
.What a fantastic title for a book that she might write
you sent these angels of life and reality into my life and they showed me it is at least posible to realize a dream ivs a vis to gain and income and support for something you believe in that of creating a necessary space in the proceedings.Allowing wonder to flourish and I feel it was they who taught my mind to share this hope with Ali when she sought out the church amen

I pray for a blessing on her building and on the wedding
i am doing my morning pages as also is Caroline England 

In my childhood and I feel still now the ones who make sense are the kind and the innocent
i may yet approach the sisters of jesus way 
i yes now have associated with them and i fear with ali too a slight disappointment 
how to meet my true appointment for it is not with a supermarket that my heart longs to serve but with music and painting and making and playing 
i fear the emperors new clothes of art annd yet i long to play and for play to find its safe space amongst the children of \god that is all the children of whatever age 
it is not in the script that we follow that i offer as a recipe to the moore children but in their gentle and significant predelictions and similarites

how can this be joyful playful and prayer ful and hopeful and true amen
i think of our work today with caroline and my hearts desire to gain n income from new possibilities

oh i know i am being used but i gowillingly to play with a creative friend and to know and be known by her and her partner i prya fro jimmy rae who plays so well i want to open them up to the gifted playful differentness of bob dylan who would appear to offer thte most expansive model to this world of words of music images journeying storyftelling and ideas and expresion of encouraging joy fulness

George called me pathfinder and i am happy always to concede to a change of direction and an additional intentionality but wuld ask at all time for that openenss to the holy life giving spirit of god

my brother measn no harm and neither do i i hope i am not so proud as to not 'take a job' but i feel in my seeming liberty to be hoping that like claske and frederick that i am the job that my gift from you of openenss and focus on the dream will yield the harvest of my faith i have started to wobble with thougth of cvs and of work and i am encouraged by george to hope that perhaps there wil be somewhere for me in all this and ebven there i have a samll ness oh for that university of possibilities and specialisms for a purpose built job that seems more like a picture of what it is that i am able to do to poitn to the shared stone soup without a conductor but not without a god amen

Sunday, 17 June 2012


Lord I am here sitting in this little flat
i have at times dripped like a soggy sponge of spilling emotion
they are not so much vague memories so much as unrealized dreams
instead of the marriage and the wonderful exhibitions i have walking and murals and
a piano .newer ways and yet vulnerable as all thoughts and burstable thinks bubbles are

my friends have given me money bought me food
they have given sermons from church altar and cafe chair and car journey and coastal wlk and i have listened gartefully to their companionship
i dare not think of the joy pathos knindness and shared advnture of tom and the two arthurs of art and print and ceramics and oh this theatre set college life i once had with the encouragement of John Martin's exceptional intuitive guitar playing fantastic.

so then to go for a walk and to pray beyond all hope for your blessing on my finfances on my c.v. and on my maps of the roamn empire of my son and daughter on this father's day when i would if i could send some encouragement and gratitude to both them and to Norma

water under the bridge no the river of God's your provision for us all
i pray for alison and for steve whitby too
times have been hard and my heart has been sheltering in its hard shell and now hardship

what is that a hard ship one that sinks presumably lord help me with boat and umbrella aof the hioly spirit amen i like loise morgans website may i produce work as good as her for i find it wonderful amen

shoul di trust julia cameron's encouragement and just keep writing /it seem in no time at all the hope of the izzy pop stories and the wifi location of blue spotty teapot has gone but i still want to continue with my enthusiasm and courtship my dancing piano playing and my hope snoozy and diamond books seem to have folded like a deckchair on a beach i no longer want to realx upon unable to trust the blessing they at first appeared to be .oh for a more sincere and longer lasting partnership
so nice at first erik's enthusuiasm and my speedy cheap roughs for the most naieve of christian faith seeeds diamonds oh well it all folds on the deckchair on the beach that i no longer rtust to be kindly in its sunlight companionship and sense of family oh the poor children lord bless them and keep them alive to the possibilitiy as I am so sad that the fellowsip of southport college and my rising to leadership with printmaking and interiors i was fulfilled and i feel a kindly encouraging and enthusuiastic tutor -all i feel in many ways stolen from me

oh the joy of finding inspirational things to share in the college library and inmy heart and intht building when it was first offerd to us to do something new alive and fresh with jane gardner and bob and neil and diane what a team of inspirational kindness with ian the technician and john the photgraphic technician and skilled man too.oh the titin joy of it all the hopefulness and niccki too.still all was not as it should be one fire escaped from another threatening to flare up and all bathsheba like under the premise of i am in love yet the romantic firwork of a suspect movie evaporated and the outside the baths ready for an exciting holiday dip became a zoo trip with more of an elephant house chovel and brush oh how sad that the energy that once was for cakes and saws and badges and burning line and industry fell completely apart with cigarettes vanity and leather jackets and occupational health and them and us acroos the raod and patoral care that couldn' truly care no not at all oh amen

Friday, 15 June 2012

THE SOURCE is set in a small village somewhere between North Africa and the Middle East.
For as long as anyone can remember, the women of the community have fetched water from a mountaintop spring in the blazing sun.
Leila, a young new bride, urges the other women to go on love strike: no more sex until the men run water to the village.

Film Review – The Source
Set in a fictional North African mountain village The Source follows the plight of a group of women who go on a love strike in protest at the perilous daily journey they are forced to take to fetch water for their community. After a series of accidents on their route newcomer Leila (Le├»la Bekhti) calls on the women in the village to stand up and demand change, to force the men to install a pipe to bring water to the village itself. With the support of ‘Mother Rifle’ (Biyouna), a female village elder figure, Leila and her supporters are emboldened to continue their strike in the face of growing opposition from the men who are happy with the way things are – indeed see it as their cultural right to sit and watch as the women fetch the water every day.
The film follows the challenges the women face during their strike, examining the different reactions of the men – ranging from violence to understanding, from apathy to active support – and the journey the women go on as they work together towards their objective.  Fighting against the formidable forces of traditionalist values, established views on the role of the sexes, the teachings of religion and age-old customs the villagers have observed for centuries the women encounter a series of struggles, both emotional and physical. What starts out as a simple request soon becomes a fight to the bitter end to modernise not just the village facilities but the entire way of life of its inhabitants.
The role of symbolism will not be lost on anyone watching the film, and with well-respected French art-house director Radu Mihaileanu at the helm the importance of it is not to be underestimated. Water as a metaphor for love is central – as long as water does not flow in the village love, physical or emotional, will be put on hold. Mihaileanu describes it too as “a metaphor for the withering heart”, central to the functioning of the village, the relationships of its inhabitants and their existence as sensual human beings.

It would be easy for the film to take sides with its characters, as the divisive issues it tackles have great potential to create clear-cut victims and villains. Mihaileanu works hard however to maintain a relatively neutral eye throughout the film, presenting different sides of the argument and highlighting the human failings of those characters such as Leila who would be easy to put on a pedestal. “Alain-Michel (co screenwriter) and I both dislike writing totally positive or totally negative characters” he says, working instead to give them all a “subjectivity that might justify their reasoning”. This makes for a more thought-provoking film as the viewer has to work harder to decide who to sympathise with.
Another way Mihaileanu maintains a distance between his characters and their audience is by filming in Darija, a little known Moroccan dialect that will no doubt be foreign to the vast majority of those who watch the film. As well as adding an authenticity to the production it reinforces the village’s physical remoteness and the women’s isolation from outside help. For the Western audience the language is impenetrable, forcing us to depend on subtitles and the characters’ tone of voice to understand how they are feeling. Mihaileanu also shot the whole film using a handheld Steadicam camera, in order to give the impression the viewer happens “upon characters in more ‘accidental’ more ‘unexpected’ ways…to give the film a tale-like dimension” which compliments the narrative’s distanced, factual flow.
The line between traditional and modern is another strong theme for the film, as some in the village fight for their modern right and others oppose it. Various characters represent the modern strands of village life, such as Leila’s teacher husband Sami (Saleh Bakri) who dresses in modern clothing and supports her strike. He also went against his family’s wishes for an arranged marriage, marrying village outsider Leila for love instead. Interestingly though the film chooses not to go down the obvious route of casting younger characters only as supporters of modernism. The ‘Mother Rifle’, one of the oldest people in the community, is all for the strike and the women’s fight. She represents how the old can merge with the new without losing established cultures and tradition as many of the villagers fear.

Modernity also appears in the film through technology, which the women do have limited access to. Sami’s family has a mobile phone for example, and Leila’s ex-lover is presented as a modern journalist/scientist with scientific tools. Mihaileanu also cautiously broaches the topic of Islamic fundamentalism, as neutrally as he does all his themes, as Mother Rifle’s son takes on more extreme religious views. In the face of the rich Muslim community we witness however – where song, dance and kind values take central stage – the misguided modern perception of extremism as widespread within Muslim culture loses all meaning here.
Music is woven tightly into the film’s narrative, with the women conveying many of their demands through song. At one of the numerous humorous points in the film the women sing to a group of Western tourists about how their money will go to waste in the village. As a Western viewer you can’t help but identify with – and feel a little embarrassed by – how they sit and watch the women as though they’re objects without any understanding of what is being said. Whether their objectifying of the women is any worse than that of the more disrespectful men in the community is up to the viewer to decide.

The film is beautifully shot with stunning scenery and colourful clothing. Despite the language barrier it would be hard not to feel involved in the women’s fight and identify with their wishes for some kind of independence and say about how the village is run. One thing that viewers could find frustrating though is that the women, despite their hard fight, never become truly independent of their husbands, relying on them to take their demands to the local authorities rather than do it themselves.
Against the backdrop of the Arab Spring and ongoing unrest in the area the film is an interesting look at some of the driving forces that could be inspiring those fighting for social and political change in the region. Cleverly taking inspiration from current events and tales of the past – Mihaileanu also drew from Aristophanes’ Lysistrata – it is an absorbing tale of individuals drawing on communities for strength to overcome obstacles to development and a better life. An exotic music score and alien setting contrast well with the fulsome female characters, who help us to see past superficial differences and appreciate the women as individuals rather than the collective ‘other’ they may first appear to be.

Thursday, 14 June 2012

reaching in for love

i love my mum dad and i believe and hope their love for me was there in there mutual joy at their two sons
my friend john phoned and my friend steve called and also david i am steering a ship of possibilities whilst noticing that i do not have much money and have in all likelihood gone into a minus at the bank.i see that reality but i also see the reality of mark and new work is for the christian publisher and the friendly seaside craft n gift store.integrtiy and quality .these were spoke of yesterday with brenda and kara in staacks
i like the aardman esque spelling of the shop name.i am also remembering that god allowed me and is allowing me to do and trust to do new things the routine of my work and walking and all i do is now in his hands i am out of the proverbial boat.i am walking on the thin skin of the water the currency of provision of isaih 55 the bus home and the bus to see my mum and i am mindful too that a simple pryaer of community is hanging with mums anonymously side by side in our caring gallery God's facebook amen

i haven't spoken to john gorman for a while but i believe i am enjoying through festival of first echoes the good seed he has planted and that God's love is indeed pouring through his God given intentionality to encourage and to share and create a creative space for his joy to flow into,I before He except after Christ
just playing with a grammar rule that no longer is to be taught apparently as it is no longer true.

i see on the wall before me the photo of one of my cardboard sculpture .it was christine kowal post's chainsaw wood carving that made me want to do these big paper mache scultures.the one that i am looking at comes apart into two pieces.with a very satisfactatory tube that fit the other on beneath these two halve look one whole scupture as the boy stands n the books and lifts his girl up to reach the satr she is reaching for.oh i know in my heart i have been loving and have been romantic and hopefilled whilst sensuaous and gentle.oh Lord i have been along time now letting go of this prayer.felt you answered it when i watched salmon fishing in the yemen .funny i had never met mark but could feel his loss as he spoke of losing the house he had put his all into.i can only prya and truly trust in the 'cuttin back the pruning' we spoke of and i look again at the asset based thinking 'what is the heart of god's desire for us the good things that you have placed there .we you have buried your word in our heart.mums the word.wisdoms the word ,hopes the word ,the sourece the river the love they are all the same word the word jesus holy spirit loving father i seek you amen  Hi forgive me for just diving into your page and swimming around like this,But I met a really nice guy I am working on a couple of creative projects with and it turns out he runs a community cinema in Hoylake and so I recalled the idea of new song with experimental animation,From working with a young family on the jubilee dolls , I realised that i can slow the figures i create down and then place them with their gentle shadows into a drawn landscape and take them for a wonder.I hope to do the backgrounds in simple black and white with hardly any tone whilst making the figures with evidence of their newspaper clothing and raggediness and hand madeness obvious.Any way there is the offer of us showing sharing and chatting about it with an audience when/if we do,Blessings Jim Fleming.I see stage one being the creation of the character(s) from the context of the scenario of your song

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

good to have a dream a hope and a prayer

that you can share
.I am inprayer as you read each time.That perhapss
and i feel somewhere it has to be true fro each one of us that we beleive that someone hears
God is that someone
I am not diminishing
the vastness of god but being aware of the vastness without being heard.
is harder to cope with
oh I know the madness of just a curcular routine faith in thought and reason
constantly becoming aware of a tral of unrealised goals.Yet I must remain hopeful
The girl who really cares for me
The books i can and will/must write to have a product
the illustrative journeys and journals I admire and want to emulate
My main three heroes and it feels good to think of them
Dr,Frederick franck kindly clear courtous and sensible mind with drawing of purpose writing of encouragement
Roanld Searle joyful jazz riff of humour and musical colourful comical joky picture and zest for being
not a cataolgue of creatures but a bath spashing ink spattering laughter of mark making and then the gentle world of MAurice Sendak creatures of comfort.

Oh well
friend i can only pray having fun and retelling recounting yet exploring possibilities and a falsk of tea in heaven together.

we have now things to share to recount i think of Steve Whitby and the encouragement i want to share.Oh to have some reliable funding that streams sufficiently for me to enjoy music and the growing in it.Oh let me Lord please encourage me lord I seek your love your hope not to be seen as a fool but enjoyed as a warrior of belief faith possibility if i am seen as unblessed incapable and sinking and not capable running out of fuel running out of blessing drwoning in a sea of sorrow then what how might i then dsicover gifts i can share encourage others to dip into faith of a mustard seed that grow into something more wondefful and hope encoutering your face warming to what kind expression and gentle giant friendliness ai long for there Did roald dahl encounter you whilst wrting did you guide the kindly soul of janet Ahlberg to paint those lovely pictures for her husband .Has Alan Ahlberg been able to dig deep of her memory and find new happiness in courting say another lovely girl.This life I am finding hard with diminished friendship and dividng streams i am sorry that Julie does not like my work and that erik cannot show her what he sees in my drawings. I pray for greater concert somehow.

I put my faith in God.And in some way that faith is placed in my limited perception .I try to form a picture or feel a reality that I am able to form and find and step into and maintain.I found Ralph good until he copied others.I know it is a model of the way the colleges work the contextual studies of rod taylor I think it was.Oh artists in residence in schools doing what they do without being watered down now able to swim in their own strength to show there is life outside the shared common pool another freer individualright to become 'you' The selpof matteringat all.

A dream to bring about that might yet be true.

A world shared withanother kindly minded person

Oh why was that not the wife of the begun adventure whhy did she not exist both in reality and my heart
why did she leave me when the children were born only to find herself lost and lose me too.Oh I have come here to the private pages once more as they seem lord to constitue a less listened to traffic of the mind a place with you or at least with more of myself and my own uninterupted hopefulness.

I will go and share .or should I stay longer in this stream stream of my heart of hopefulness welling up making me well again a place were others cannot disturb with their imageined truth-that like mine imagine its stands further back and therefor sees more.yet when we get truly nonest doesn't.

In someways by imagining that I have gone to facebook prayer or Coliseum of lions waht shall we say..

Saturday, 2 June 2012

my shop sign is jimtheartist

i am open for work and for business  i am spontaneous and ready to draw to see to be and i love and beleive in Jesus .yes there are wise people and their are good people and I am happy to see parables in many sources there is no such thing as secular as there is no such thing as religion .There is such a thing as beleif and you have to change your self talk to reinform an intuition that comes from a baby in a nappy.There are grown up thought as there is exceptionally important child-likeness.This being the discovery that the self is a notion that seeks to act independently yet requires for survival releveance anf to breath interaction with food air and living breathing taking others

let us then decie to be durable to not so much endure and suffer as tot explore take risks and to trust and to be.
to be or not to be is not an alteratnive both are being for the outcome of any attempt to not be is still a willful being of some kind to die to onesefl is something \jesus said is a must. \i feel the reference to doing and not doing is the question to take part to have a voice to contradict the cliche and the corrupt conitnuum where it has become cult rut routine rotten retired lifeles and irresponsible needs attention and when i do not know how to fix it i must trust others i am not an island if if my Lord and creator has given me a moment or too to revere and be reverent too an amazing life that has offered me choices and opportunities i must seek a living .I have some work but diminished reserves and so must look at the jobs that have come in I will go into Ken Izle's page and seek out the images he speaks of and try try try again to become an illustrator.God does know i long to write and whilst i do not want to rebel .The devil i feel it is who says you may not 'ask for some more' God my father has invited me to love and to seek out music at source in the very breath of my pulse and my breath and to flow into a dance unstifled by etiquette .amen