The Other Art Show

16th July 2015
Lincoln / London
By Becki Ashton
DRAFT 1

SNAP! I had enough of being a boring fart, fart piece of lard and resorting to mediocre TV shows and the same old food resting on my lap as I gorge myself with it all tired eyed. I accepted it. I recently accepted an invitation to a private viewing, that’s right private, of an art show called “The Other Art Show”. It was an art show, A show for art. Arts how art. I had been looking forward to it for weeks. My life resorted to lack of fun. Lack of passion, love, caring, kindness. Recently I have been wanted to rekindle my love for art and start becoming a proper artist again. I was failing, like usual. I enjoy doing it so much. So much. So much. I think with more¬†practice. More practise and care. I think I could be good. I think I could be pretty good.

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Spring

20th March 2015
Lincoln
By Becki Ashton
DRAFT 1

Spring is here, here, right here. Bird, bugs, nature and all that life. Living, breathing, living and breathing and moving. Moving, hunting and living. They live for life now. Flowers pop, birds fly, grass blades, sea swirls. It lives. It all lives. Lives live for life in the spring. Spring makes me sing, sing singing, sing it, singing ping it, sing to sing wing it, sing it, sing, sing, sing. Spring has begun, beginning, life is beginning, the start, not the end, begin it, begin life, spring is the beginning of life. Life is here.