Good day, everyone, or good afternoon, good morning and/or goodnight, depending on the atmospheric orientation of the solar positioning and lunar locations associated to thy geographical becons in reference to the astros. As such, it is now my pleasure to point you in the direction of the YouTube channel I’ve put up solely as a video representation of what this is here: a journal. Yet, my themes herein are most definitely congruent with art and my desire to reform it. If thou has rested thy intent upon the aforementioned journal entry to thy consciousness sought I pray in the augmentation of conceptual growth, then I give my thanks. If not, take thyself, hence, for my words and my desires based in an ambition to bring forth no so much something new, but something that has lied dormant for far too long: beauty in art.
My channel on YouTube is thus Art Angel Anonymous“>Art Angel Anonymous It will not necessarily be a channel I wish to grow for the sake of full-time YouTubeing. In actuality, that degree of aspiration has been forthcomingly reserved for my spouse and I on our channel: Keeping up with the K’s. Regretably, anonymity is not my forte so, alas, that my desire to perhaps only attempt to keep my identity unknown rests alone in its mere idea of the notion that I am Art Angel Anonymous and my person himself is very well identifiable as the husband of one wife of a beauty surpassing them all; said hitherfore any mirror, mirror upon a wall.
This page is under my will to be absent of all placation. I will not be sugar coating anything. Nevertheless, profanity, useless gestures of hatred or hate-speech and/or bullying in any form towards a person, a group of persons or a company et cetera is not only to be totally removed from this page, it will also be untolerated with acute severity in the comment section. Criticism to construct or even criticism to demonstrate intense protestation will not be remonstrated. The prime consensus is to either agree with or disagree with expunged of ill-will to any living person or their beliefs, period. Here, I as well as anyone will fall under this predisposition: “I agree to disagree, do you?”
Barnette Newman is a joke; nay a bad joke; a disgrace to the realm of art and his works should be abolished. If this statement seems hateful, then examine thyself: $105 million dollars for piece of canvas with paint on it entitled “who’s afraid of red, yellow and blue?” I scrape a living off rock, figuratively, just to make my overly priced rent for a space that me and my wife are albeit grateful for. Our rent is over $1,000 (not exact). That one painting sold for the equivalant of what it would be to live in our apartment for 8,750 years. Hath any or all heard the expression: “what a waste of space.”? Personally, I feel that such a phrase directed at a person is by far one of the highest insults you could exact and I disaprove of it. Yet, for an object, such as the real, yes real, invention that allows your high-heels to stay dry in the rain by putting umprellas on the toes (I’m not joking) that I call a waste of space. The aforesaid Barnette Newman (just to begin with) is also a waste of space.
I had the misfortune to see the new trailer for the Lion King coming out in 2019. Such an endeavor is a waste; not only of space, but resources, talent and all the hard work that those developers, animators and musical composures put into all their work. The producers: if all they ever do is feed off of nostalgia, the only thing left to feel nostaglic over is nostalgia of nostalgia. In my opinion, Disney is nothing without Pixar and Star Wars. And they recieved an exuberant amount of luck with Frozen (great movie, by they way, and I LOVE the new Star Wars movies). My favorite Pixar movies, hands down, would have to be Wall-E. Pop quiz: what does Wall-E mean? It’s an acronym. Comment below, and no cheating! 😉
My wife and I love horror flicks. Ironically, I used to be unable to watch them. Oh, that statement is to be taken quite literally. Any vision or sound of horror to come across my concious senses to befall me would entail such insurmountable fear, dread and mortification I would henceforth dwell within mysel to overcome the terror in pure psychological meditation. American produced features of horror suck. At least from whence they hearlded: Child’s Play; The Exorcist; The Ring; Halloween et cetera. But now, it’s like I’m watching student films with a budget of ‘please, let us film in the school basement just a little longer,’ as the janitor scowled and mopped in another part of the building; inwardly scolding the futile efforts to his mind of wasted energy of hoolagans.
As my wife watch foregin horror flicks, especailly from Asia, we are genuinely freaked out. Both she and I hae seen all, ALL, horror flicks to date and the new films to be produced on Netflicks these days have such artticles of creativity based in another country, such as Tiland and/or Korea et cetera, that I, to myself, ask, “whhy?” And the answer, uunfortuunately, is actually quite clear: politics. Politics ruin art and beauty and I cannoo endure any more of the sffering of the want of beauty in the world via exploiting the real magic and music makers of our day and age: the art angels anonymous.
Thus, my fellow readers and perhaps artists, we’ve come to the definition of the name off this blog: you are the anonyity; you are the unsung heros. You, the one’s with creativity, the one’s with vision and even ambition, you: you are the reformation of beauty within this cold world of producers, acadamy award farces and “who are you wearing” as opposed to, “That painting is so beautiful” and “I’ve never seen such an amazing display of musical orientiation in my entire life!”
When it has fallen to thy desire to click the following link to the YouTube channel, hence, be sure to heed the need of my wife and I by Subscriing to our channel, hereforeto. We would really, really like to become monitized. Thank you all. You are the music makers, you are the dream desiners: you are…
-Art Angels Anonymous.
Postscript: feel free to send any e-mails to email@example.com. Thank you again. Love you all!