Yes, I do make violent images. But mass media in general make far worse images than I do! SO MUCH WORSE – and people just shrug and do not think twice about it! The reasons my images are more disturbing than theirs, Is Not because they are graphically worse! It is instead because of the context I often choose to use. . Violence is wrong. That simple. My images concentrate on the faces of victims and emotional consequences. Instead of social machines propaganda heroic figures, posing over the remains of their defeated enemies. My images are only more disturbing to some because I do not glamorise violence, I don’t support the mass media “Violence is fun” narrative. I don’t toe the line that supports war, and weapons manufacturing and male macho crap. Most of my pictures show the pain, and how wrong violence is! And THAT is what makes some people so, Very uncomfortable! . Violence? There will always be an excuse! Never a real reason! .

. My biggest criticism of feminism...is.... . . Ok.... I say this Very tentativly... As you really won't like it... But only because you asked... (Deep breath) . Too many feminist factions, - From the - Pro-female-porn-director lipstick types at one extreme. - to the - burn all the male-born alive at birth, the other extreme. - and the thousands of shades in-between... . You Waste far too much time loathing and fighting each other. Instead of concentrating on what they have in common and working the best they can on the few areas they might all agree on. . You need to agree-to-disagree like adults far More, And infighting and preaching over "who's feminism is best" far Less. . It is counterproductive. You are never going to convince each other, Never, Not gonna happen, So just concentrate on what you can agree on instead. . There, I said It... ...but only because you asked... .

. I-H8. By Ross e f Lombardi. . Sometimes I lay back in bed quietly resting. Listening to the seagulls and the soft drone of the traffic. . And I wish to myself... I Do hope my ex wife is unhappy. I Do so hope she is miserable. . As each for ounce of happiness she may ever have. Is just another reason to spit hate at the face of god. . I condemn my immortal soul to eternal damnation. Because I hate and blame god for any joy she may ever have. . Sometimes I lay back in bed just quietly hating the lord. Dreaming to the seagulls and the soft moan of the road outside. Just wishing pain upon Susan Chapman of Redcar. . See you all in hell. . .

. I'm supposed to pick up my art from the 2b artspace, Hill Street Centre, Middlesbrough... ...and "I don't wannah..." Like a child not wanting to go to school... ...or a teacher not wanting to slog out to school.... ...or a headmaster who also hates his school... "I don't wannah go to 2b!" My stuff was selling for only £10 each and nothing sold. I'm kinda half hoping they'd throw it all in the bin as no one values them. But 'no' apparently I have to go in myself and hang around, "yuck" , other humans on public transport and stuff. And me and other humans don't mix well. Other humans are icky. . Some people have worked SO dam hard to push me out of the local public arts scene (cough, tees-cough, cough-valley, cough-arts-cough, cough,) And it seems that anyone putting THAT much effort in, using a mix of rumours, undue influence, and outright disenfranchisement SHOULD have THAT much effort fairly rewarded! . To be fair... I h...

. Here is a true story. Please set aside any gender bias or gender war nonsense temporarily aside, just for a short while. I'll try to tell is using gender neutral pronouns to help you out . THIS Is where the worst moment of my life happened. . THIS. Is where everything changed. . Despite violence and other horrendous things, THIS is where I received the most damage, the most pain. . THIS is where I was nearly totally destroyed and forever defeated. . It's a corner just outside Locke Park. Opposite a corner garage, in a town called Redcar. . THIS is where IT happened one summer. . Where my partner of 30 years of memories and two children casually said mid-conversation. . "Yeh know," "We don't need to love each other," "We can stay together for the companionship," . I didn't react at the time. I just acted on automatic and got through the day in a numb, unreal state . The pain came wave after wave later. It physically hurt. It hurt far more...

. My nightmares. . - I have been the mother being assaulted in front of her child. . - The child discovered, hiding terrified in the closet. . - The attacker, with a gun, is placed in my mouth, and the trigger is pulled . I've been shot, stabbed, sliced, hit the ground from a great height. . I've been in loads of heads, both innocent and evil as they die. . I know for a fact that you can die in your dreams and not die in real life! I've died a hundred different ways in thousands of dreams. . I vividly felt terror, pain, and tasted blood. And then have to negotiate the first two hours that morning, remembering that they are 'only dreams'. . I tried being religious. To pray whatever the hell this crap is away. And in similar dreams, more than once, god said "no". So after decades of this, how am I supposed to somehow not hate god's sadistic arse! . They started before puberty. Way back then, I fancied becoming a Catholic priest. I did nothing to deserv...

. If my ex-wife were on fire... . ...Why is this somehow my problem? . She wanted a world without me in it, so she gets a world without me in it. . I refuse to ever harm her - But I also refuse to ever help her. . I do nothing. Not my problem. . The same applies if anyone tries to kidnap her Or if she is suffering from a heart attack . As far as I am concerned. I no longer exist for her. In any capacity, good or bad. . And before you judge... ... actually, I don't give a flying dam; judge away if you want. I don't care. She caused me far too much pain. My stance won't change. .