Time has moved on, the world has changed, the two year electioneering in the States is over and the first black President in the history of the USA has won, as soon as John McCain had made his honourable farewell speech, amidst the jeers and boos of his fellow Republicans, the party was over and the opposition sideled home to lick their wounds.

But this whole event wasn’t about the protracted opinions of political parties or their pundits, this was a moment in history, captured by the mass media, and the memories of every human being who took the time to watch the box, that captured this place in the temporal field of causality that is the ‘now’.

Our collective tomorrows will be ground down by the hefty weight of reality, the eternal wrangling between race, colour, creed, faith and belief. The economy and its threat of depression looms over us all, the turmoil of the Middle East continues unabated, the oppression of peoples across our lands, the threat of violence, corporate corruption, injustice across the world is still with us, shadowing our every move.

It’s wonderful to hope, to believe in what may come, but now the present must be unwrapped, and its less than welcome contents revealed for all to see. We each have our own individual lives, commitments and promises, tasks and functions, the race will survive at all costs, in what form I cannot say, but for the immediate and medium-term future we can almost be certain that little will change but that which we expect. I myself have just completed my sixth work in the ‘indoor Street Art’ series entitled ‘Warholes‘. An ode to Andy Warhol the late great maestro of cynicism and celebrity manipulation that makes up so much of the post-modern movement to this day.

Warholes will be available within the next few weeks, it is a shocking and somewhat disturbing work, but as always I am loyal to my pursuit of the meaning of creation, existence and meaning. I push myself to create works that reflect our age, a perturbed and petulant time of quick-fixes and simple answers. In truth I have none of my own, only the awareness that our brief period on this earth together maybe deemed somewhat adolescent by generations to come. Greatness is few and far between, the longing for youth and fears of death, the cynicism of our time, the distractions of both the everyday and the unreality purported by our technological guise of culture will finally bring us to our knees.

Life is fleeting, fame even more so, celebrity isn’t real, and the only reporters of this sullen and precocious world are the artists. No matter what form their creations take, no matter what medium they choose to work within, take note, they are the only true source of objective reportage we have. For the world is a subjective place, a matter of opinion, and we the artists are the most opinionated of all. God or whatever, if ever some greater consciousness exists, bless us all, bless Obama and his faith in humanity, and Andy for sage like wisdom of silence.

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