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Once upon a time there was a great kingdom, that spanned a whole globe.
Their's was a long and eventful reign, ruled by heads of state that took orders from the great wizards,
Whom the public never saw, and lived in grand palaces fenced off from the sometimes tumultuous games that would play out around the kingdom.
They used little pieces of metal to keep the peace;
if you didn't have enough pieces of metal, life was hard.
Some people died because they couldn't get enough metal pieces...
their bodies were put to use on the rose gardens.
These scraps of alloy were to be exchanged for goods and services, so that the common man could buy back what he made.
If he tried to keep what he made for himself and his neighbours, he was charged with insighting terror in others,
and locked away in the dungeons for giving a loaf to the homeless. crimes less serious than this however were fine, and for killing the royal guards, or a picture-house full of people, he would have been locked away for a shorter time.
The Kingdom was a beautiful and amazing place, full of awe, and wonder.
The people were awed by their lack of choices;
the powerful were full of wonder that almost everyone let them do this.
At least once a day, people were compelled to plug themselves into a box in their homes,
That told them what the rulers said happened in the kingdom that day.
Usually the information regarded the princes and princesses of a magical thing called celebrity,
(which is way too complicated to explain in this happy little tale, but let us simply say that these special celebrities were more important than everyone else, and people loved them because they are what we should want to be.)
And the common people rejoiced, for one of the princesses was having a baby,
so at least everyone knew who were they meant to bow to next.
And she carried him around the kingdom, letting people see the child, so they could gasp in wonder as he breathed the same air as they did, and that he must wear nappies like a common child. They saw he was their species, and healthy,
and the people were well pleased.
In this magnificent, imperious and all-encompassing society, people from all countries felt the need to say "we are better than the people in that country next door, because we were born on this hill; and this hill is OBVIOUSLY better than that hill over there. That hill looks mangy and damp." And the people from the other hill loudly proclaimed; "Yea, the people of the dry and dusty hill are buffoons that deserve no rest. our hill has water, and their's doesnt even have any trees on one side. Look at their pathetic hill."
Luckily for all the people,none of the land belonged to them anyway, and so only when royalty said how crap someone's hill was, was it okay to throw rocks at them.
And they relished arguing over the name of their creator, whom had gotten bored and given up years since, trying to control their tiny, insignificant politics, as he couldnt make head-nor-tail of where these people thought they were going. So the Lord made another world, and forgot all about that one, because he saw it wasnt all that good at all.
Now somewhere, someone is living happily ever after.
Let's hope its you, eh?
TEMET NOSCE, PRIMA IRRADIENT... CARPE DIEM - TEMPUS EDAX IMPERATOR.
know thyself, illuminated one ... Sieze the Day, Time commands all things.
Anyone else wonder why the world runs like a low-budget B-list 'end-of-the-world' movie?
I mean, you're living in george orwell's 1984, and everyone seems pretty pleased with themselves.
This is about as wise as using flatulence for affluence in a small airtight container.
Their's was a long and eventful reign, ruled by heads of state that took orders from the great wizards,
Whom the public never saw, and lived in grand palaces fenced off from the sometimes tumultuous games that would play out around the kingdom.
They used little pieces of metal to keep the peace;
if you didn't have enough pieces of metal, life was hard.
Some people died because they couldn't get enough metal pieces...
their bodies were put to use on the rose gardens.
These scraps of alloy were to be exchanged for goods and services, so that the common man could buy back what he made.
If he tried to keep what he made for himself and his neighbours, he was charged with insighting terror in others,
and locked away in the dungeons for giving a loaf to the homeless. crimes less serious than this however were fine, and for killing the royal guards, or a picture-house full of people, he would have been locked away for a shorter time.
The Kingdom was a beautiful and amazing place, full of awe, and wonder.
The people were awed by their lack of choices;
the powerful were full of wonder that almost everyone let them do this.
At least once a day, people were compelled to plug themselves into a box in their homes,
That told them what the rulers said happened in the kingdom that day.
Usually the information regarded the princes and princesses of a magical thing called celebrity,
(which is way too complicated to explain in this happy little tale, but let us simply say that these special celebrities were more important than everyone else, and people loved them because they are what we should want to be.)
And the common people rejoiced, for one of the princesses was having a baby,
so at least everyone knew who were they meant to bow to next.
And she carried him around the kingdom, letting people see the child, so they could gasp in wonder as he breathed the same air as they did, and that he must wear nappies like a common child. They saw he was their species, and healthy,
and the people were well pleased.
In this magnificent, imperious and all-encompassing society, people from all countries felt the need to say "we are better than the people in that country next door, because we were born on this hill; and this hill is OBVIOUSLY better than that hill over there. That hill looks mangy and damp." And the people from the other hill loudly proclaimed; "Yea, the people of the dry and dusty hill are buffoons that deserve no rest. our hill has water, and their's doesnt even have any trees on one side. Look at their pathetic hill."
Luckily for all the people,none of the land belonged to them anyway, and so only when royalty said how crap someone's hill was, was it okay to throw rocks at them.
And they relished arguing over the name of their creator, whom had gotten bored and given up years since, trying to control their tiny, insignificant politics, as he couldnt make head-nor-tail of where these people thought they were going. So the Lord made another world, and forgot all about that one, because he saw it wasnt all that good at all.
Now somewhere, someone is living happily ever after.
Let's hope its you, eh?
TEMET NOSCE, PRIMA IRRADIENT... CARPE DIEM - TEMPUS EDAX IMPERATOR.
know thyself, illuminated one ... Sieze the Day, Time commands all things.
Anyone else wonder why the world runs like a low-budget B-list 'end-of-the-world' movie?
I mean, you're living in george orwell's 1984, and everyone seems pretty pleased with themselves.
This is about as wise as using flatulence for affluence in a small airtight container.
AI and art
So recently here on DA there have been loads of images being uploaded by people using AI to generate the images for them. This isnt cool, guys, and its not your art. Its been created by something other than you and your own talents and in effect you're just riding the coat taols of success of the creators of rhe AI program. There. Im done
Life is All Kinds of Crazy
So. A heck of a lot has been happening in my life for quite some time, meaning I havent been able to get online anywhere near as much as i once did. And this on top of lockdown too - home schooling and full time dadding has pretty much been my life for quite some time. BUT I have been drawing like a man possessed, and will have many uploads coming in the near future. I have headed in a new and strange direction again.... so watch this space, my friends. The thing is, I have just gotten a new computer, and its taking my tech-less mind a little while to get to grips with it. windows 10 is a whole new ball game, and the pc itself is taking some getting used to. I mean, i didn't even know what "steam" is until recently. I just have to get it hooked up to my scanner now - wait, where did i put that again...? So. I'll be back on here again soon, uploading some new stuff. peace out, fellow comrades! Hope you all have a wonderful day, ~Simon
MODERN LIFE - crisis vs opportunity
Just a thought from a fellow artist here as coronavirus becomes a very real issue for all of us.
The shops are emptying, the schools are shutting. people need to practice a new level of care when being in public.
BUT
-and this is important-
We will pull through this like we always have, throughout history.
world wars, bubonic plague...
panicking will not help.
vigilance and care will.
and while we are all being distant from each other physically, the interwebs gives us a beautiful opportunity to still be close to each other. we can still share what we do on our own in our homes -
our art, and in essence our spirit, our message to t
When it rains, it pours...
So i have once again had a period of absence.
this has had a major knock-on effect for my groups, where submissions are ebbing.
for this, i am sorry guys.
But when it rains, dont it just bloody pour it down?
after losing my step-father-in-law back in September,
I then did my back in AGAIN, which left me near crippled for December.
:smoking:
...And then my partner's actual dad passed away.
we had become really good friends over the years, and it would have been a heavy blow anyway...
but in some weird caprice of fate I had to be the one to find him, after what happened in September.
BUT
I am drawing again - the new year has galvanized m
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Well that's some deep satire dude. My conclusion are not that far from yours, even though I have more of a Juvenal outlook on Anglo-American civilization.