Hello . . . again.
I decided to "come back" and assail you - once again - and with good reason too, I might add.
[Imagine no John Lennon, it's easy if you try.
Dali too, come to think of it!]
After suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune - or Instagram and Facebook, as they are more popularly known, I have headed back to the archaic and well trodden path of the blog!
Personally the world of instagram seemed appealing [appalling?] at first. My pictures went up, the numbers went up - and then I surmised that all was not well. It was transforming into "bot" land. I mean, just who was real? Was I really being followed by "people" 100 per cent of the time? Why were more and more instagram pages looking like commercials - ad's - product placement's - and so on, and so forth? Were people really assigning bots to their accounts to chat and select images to interact with while they were away and doing "more important things."
Then what about Facebook? - I felt obligated to continue to try it out, but I hated it's format. I felt compelled to try to keep up to speed with posting things - but . . . but . . I just don't get on with it. To be honest, it didn't really like me either. So at least we have that in common.
However, it is as simple as this. I am now too old to have completely rolled over and submitted to this computer age we have all fallen into, so I have tried to compromise somewhat.
I became suspicious in the eighties while illustrating "Computerworld" by A.E. Van Vogt. A completely underrated story. The computer is in charge of everything, steals souls, then in summation has no need for people. Classic scoff or chilling prophecy? Compound the fact that illustrating George Orwell's 1984 a few years back, I seriously wondered where the line between fact and fiction was blurring.
Now everyone - except some rare exceptions, such as myself - have their faces bent over smart phones. They even look at "art" on them. It's too late. We've lost a generation - the first generation to grow [mutate] alongside wifi, blue light, microwave frequencies and on and on to the heralding in of 5G in the imminent future. Now even.
I became suspicious in the eighties while illustrating "Computerworld" by A.E. Van Vogt. A completely underrated story. The computer is in charge of everything, steals souls, then in summation has no need for people. Classic scoff or chilling prophecy? Compound the fact that illustrating George Orwell's 1984 a few years back, I seriously wondered where the line between fact and fiction was blurring.
Now everyone - except some rare exceptions, such as myself - have their faces bent over smart phones. They even look at "art" on them. It's too late. We've lost a generation - the first generation to grow [mutate] alongside wifi, blue light, microwave frequencies and on and on to the heralding in of 5G in the imminent future. Now even.
Facebook and instagram? "Let the dead bury the dead" seems apt for that situation. The blog though? It feels more familiar. More old school. More like something I can feel at home with. So, I will be doing more of the stream of consciousness and picture posting as I did before with my old Alan Brooks Fine Art blog.
This way I can keep things real - or as "real" as John Lennon - and as straightforward as Salvador Dali!
Lest we forget, it was John Lennon who sang "Nothing is real" . . . and wasn't it Dali who exclaimed "the only difference between a mad man and myself is that I am not mad!"
The plot thickens . . .
Or not.