Saturday, 12 March 2016

Robert Mapplethorpe | Child Protection

Artist Comment: 

"In the run up to HBO's series on Robert Mapplethorpe out in April | It is not so much the photographer, rather the Institutions like the Guggenheim, the Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation and others that have created our unhealthy society. They are those that have profited the most by their exploits with the images of innocent naked children and sold them in sets of 10 signed prints and even postcards, now regarded as works of Fine Art? Of course we can all put our heads in the sand and just ignore the whole horrid ordeal but I choose to do differently. The Establishment have certainly found their Market for the appetite of the perverse; all those more than willing to part with their cash and pay for the privilege of owning an abused Mapplethorpe child nude, perhaps just to display either on their walls or to be kept in their vaults. In the 1976, 1983 and 1988 the photographer took a series of private snapshots of naked children from the homes of the rich and famous. This was intentional as he explored the ideas of taboo sexual exploits. It is one thing to photograph consensual adults in leather and chains or in distorted torturous poses and in explicit sexual positions but quite another when it comes to stealing the playful naivety of children in the name of heinous fantasy Art. Some things are worth protecting and childhood innocence is most definitely one of them."

Comment by Joe Pollitt


Image by Joe Pollitt


Fine Art Photography
Robert Mapplethorpe, Child Protection
By Joe Pollitt
Material: C-21 Prints on Aluminum
Size: 40 x 50cm (16 x 20in)
Date: March, 2016
Limited Edition 10



1976 | Rosie

1976 | Jessie McBride

1976 | Honey

1983 | Melia Marden

1983 | Melia Marden

1988 | Eva Amurri

Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt



Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt




Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt

A heptagram or septegram is a seven-pointed star drawn with seven straight strokes.

In general, a heptagram is any self-intersecting heptagon (7-sided polygon).
There are two regular heptagrams with the second number representing the vertex interval step from a regular heptagram.

This is the smallest star polygon that can be drawn in two forms, as irreducible fractions. The two heptagrams are sometimes called the heptagram and the great heptagram.

Fascinated with the number seven and it's importance to mysticism throughout the ages. The week breaks up into seven as do the planets: Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn.

In alchemy, each classical planet (Sun, Moon, Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter and Saturn) was associated with one of the seven metals known to the classical world (gold, silver, mercury/quicksilver, copper, iron, tin and lead respectively). As a result the alchemical glyphs for the metal and associated planet coincide. Alchemists believed the other elemental metals were variants of these seven (e.g. zinc was known as "Indian tin" or "mock silver").

The Chinese believe that the human being metaphorically, sheds their skin, every seven years; 7,14,21,28 etc...

Seven is also the number of primary and secondary colours.

Primary Colours

Blue,
Yellow,
Red.

Secondary Colours

Green,
Brown,
Purple,
Orange.

Here are some works created in homage to the number seven.

Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt



Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt


Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt

Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt


Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt


Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt


Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt


Seven Pointed Stars by Joe Pollitt

Classical antiquity

Deity, being, or character
  • The Seven Lucky Gods refer to the seven gods of good fortune in Japanese mythology.
  • The number of archangels according to some systems.
  • In Buddhism, Buddha walked 7 steps at his birth.
  • In Khasi mythology, the seven divine women who were left behind on earth and became the ancestresses of all humankind.
  • The number of sleeping men in the Christian myth of the "Seven Sleepers."
  • The number of sages in Hindu mythology; their wives are the deities referred to as the "Seven Mothers."
  • In Iran,[9] German, Spanish, and other cultures that speak Romance Languages, cats are said to have 7 lives as opposed to English, where cats are said to have 9 lives.
  • In Irish mythology, the epic hero CĂşchulainn is associated with the number 7. He has 7 fingers on each hand, 7 toes on each foot, and 7 pupils in each eye. In the Irish epic Táin BĂł CĂşailnge, CĂşchulainn is 7 years old when he receives his first weapons and defeats the armies of the Ulaidh and his son Connla is 7 years old when he is slain by CĂşchulainn in "The Death of Aife's Only Son."
  • In Galician folklore, a seventh son will be a werewolf. In other folklores, after six daughters, the seventh child is to be a son and a werewolf. In other European folklores, the seventh son of a seventh son will be a child with special powers of healing and clairvoyant seeing, and in other cultures that seventh son of a seventh son would be a vampire.
  • In GuaranĂ­ mythology, the number of prominent legendary monsters.
  • In the eponymous British folk tale, Thomas the Rhymer went to live in the faerie kingdom for 7 years.
  • Mahatma Gandhi's list of the destructive Seven Blunders of the World that cause violence: Wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without character, commerce without morality, science without humanity, religion without sacrifice and politics without principle.
  • The cosmogony of Urantia [10] gives an explanation to the sacredness of the number 7 in some religions, including those based on a triple deity: 7 indeed is the number of all the possible combinations of three elements taken one by one, two by two, or by three. It therefore expresses all the associative possibilities of the three fundamental aspects of the absolute (Christian Trinity, for example, or Trimurti in Hinduism) which organizes the Creation. The seventh of these combinations being the one that combines the three aspects, 7 therefore also expresses spiritual achievement.
Places
  • The number of main islands of mythological Atlantis.
  • The number of gateways traversed by Inanna during her descent into the underworld.
  • Cibola was one of the legendary Seven Cities of Gold the Spanish thought existed.
  • In the Bahá'Ă­ faith, the text The Seven Valleys, by the Prophet-Founder Bahá'u'lláh, relates the journey of the soul through the seven "valleys" of Search, Love, Knowledge, Unity, Contentment, Wonderment, and finally True Poverty and Absolute Nothingness.

Saturday, 9 January 2016

What is happening

Innocence
Creativity
Honesty
Integrity

Decency prevails.

Debase the human race
This is what is happening

Insanity
Confusion
Powerless
Delusion

Changing details.

Deface the human race
This is what is happening

Protection
Gullibility
Deception
Inevitability

Authority fails.

Delete the human race
This is what is happening!

Friday, 8 January 2016

Humanity | Untitled

These images are 2" by 2" with 7 mounts surrounding. The works were created as a reaction to the photographic images of those suffering from Africa and used inappropriately in National Newspapers in the United Kingdom. The danger is showing these powerful works out of context and creating a desensitised society.

Title: Humanity | Untitled
Artist: Joe Pollitt
Series: 4 of 4
Size: 2" X 2" (Framed with 7 mounts per frame)
Material: Digital Photography
Date: 2010
Location: UK Private Collection

*N.B. Signed, framed and dated







Wednesday, 7 October 2015

"I AM A WORTHLESS ARTIST!" I thank you....



"I am a WORTHless artist!" I thank you....
I am a CaCa Artist...(it's so true.)
I am NOT King...(obviously.)
I am like you,trying...(Hardly.)

This was a poem entitled, “Go Fuck Yourself”.
In this poem I am trying to express a myriad of emotions towards words and the writer.
How a poet can just enter the work and say, "You can do better Bro."
Stop the flow and be demanding, critical, more adventurous.
Poetry is flawless, only the poets can advance the purpose of writing.
I wonder if people will be talking about this poem in years to come?
I pray they will and hoping these words resonate with the world.
Time will tell. But for now I’ll just keep on writing.

I am Bro-ken...(lol)
I am invisible :(
A breath of fresh air ;)

Don't even read my words....(keep reading).
I am not worthy of your eyeballs. (Don't delete.)

Stop Thumbing me up!
Really I am not worth it....(Why stop reading?).
Stop it, please just walk away....

Have you gone yet?

It's over. I'm done.


JP 

*P.S. I have struggled so hard to become priceless. Value me NOW! 





Friday, 10 April 2015

Timeless Tessa

Mixing everything up that you've half learned or
ear-wigged from a table beside the window that
you admired so heavily that weekend just gone by.
So reminds me of Tessa with her upside-down-writing
and her sideways paintings and her left-leg-up to draw.
She is backwards and fast forward into the past and

out towards the future. True meaning of timeless,
as she can glide forwards or backwards on the time scale
#Timeless true; so so true. Timeless Tessa who never
wears a watch and has no need for a clock as she's
always on Tessa's time, Tessa O'Clock. Beautiful
words for the only heart that understands the letters sent.

Her uncommon ideology being fearful of modern technology,
teaching you nothing. Only how not feel and the illusion
of happiness and social depravity. Thinking Online so little
of others so maybe she right, only time can tell, but she is magic,
and timeless Tessa, our heroine of now. Always so mindful
and perfectly constant. Working so hard on her Tessa O'Clock.

The rejection of all and absolute everything from sense to nonsense.
A way to be free in a world full of winners, success and wannabes.
We stand and admire those that care so little for what others think.
Independence comes only from clear minds that are thoughtful,
not to be conditioned in consumer consumption but have rational
thought of what is important for the now and for the ever-after.

Awoman | amen.


Monday, 6 April 2015

New Style of Writing

Thinking Out loud | 07/04/2015

Making my voice heard in a world of white noise. Punching above my weight in the realisation that God or Allah are just mere delusions of divine emptiness of a world without pain and suffering. The chitter-chatter in the mind’s eye and the rattling of skeletons in cupboards of trophies of past glories. The stupidity of an omnipresent life-force shattered and a way out of the nonsense of our present time here made whole. Propaganda and the media coverage with the sole purpose of finding division; hatred and the group mentality of mindless violence. Never thinking that the rational mind seeks reason and the ability to comprehend clear and modern thought processes. Many are starting to state that they simply cannot compute and will never relate to the notion that religion is a gain for any society, for in reality, it is the controlling factor of the powers of the few over the ignorance of the masses. Marginalized and intent on forging derision between communities.  Busy splitting up streets with bedroom taxes and Mosques upon Mosques of social workers fretting, about children going feral and the relationships enjoyed with broken childhood friends.  The word racism is thrown down as if an Ace of Spades, a Joker in the pack or the Trump card. Thinking the reaction would be greeted with fear of being cast-out and branded a 'human-hater'. Terror found in every public toilet and discarded wastepaper-bins and the sound of angry halal Muslims as they mutter their morning prayers, all head butting the ground, as the sun rises in the East. 

My life is turning around as I have a youthful heart to love me. A breath of fresh air who was born with a wild mind and a keen interest in all things that matter. Bothering never to question the love between a man and his beau. The age difference ignored and seen as a hurdle straddled.  She seems intense, blending her smoothies and sipping her Coolade through barbed-wired fences. Building bridges between worlds yet created and world vision thinkers all guessing who, why, what and where to go next.  Puzzled as to whether or not the church roof will be fixed before next winter as the winds howl around my ears of sounds of others telling lies about Christian values and the family break-ups of divorced parents all screaming their unhappiness in a society that demands you demand more of yourselves and your feeble partners and their spoilt lazy nutta-bastards with their two point five litre children all acting up and seen to be OCD, ADD and FCUKed. Learning nothing from schools without education and lectured highbrowed fibs of liars all. Mindlessly turning pages without sense of past, present of sight of any reasonable future in a bubble known as terrorfirma. Keeping feet firmly off the ground as the words keep us up at night and wake us in our daydreams and again in our early to bed nightmares.  Respecting without question the majestic and regal bloodlines of the inbreeds in our multicultural societies of the masses of individuals all praying that they too can gain celebrity status and joining the Royal few in the gas-chambers of tomorrows concentration camps of past memories lost.