Expressive and Emotional word content… poetic justice… my thoughts are perceptive, occasionally subjective but always dimensional. My career lies in psychology and my mind lies in philosophy. To question and ponder is to reflect. I am both reflective and directive. I never walk with caution as our steps need their footprints. I love this journey we call life.

Category: Art Analysis

Fairies, imagination and tending to your own lawn!

Often we live within our minds, we follow our dreams, beliefs, wishes, and fail to realise the reality which we dwell.

The promise of magic, fairy dust, talking animals, and enchanted forests, stimulate our childlike senses, and offer us escapism from the mundane tasks of the day. Dreams are indeed essential for personal motivation and to instil a sense of worth around us. However, sometimes the dreams take us away from the importance of reality. We fail to see the real as we are looking only for the perceived magic.A fairy can inspire a grown person to reattach to their inner child, as an imagination can envision and develop ones personal scope. The real deal is the realisation that the magic we seek actually stands In front of us in the form of our loved ones. We do not need to dig into our imagination to find this. There really is no greener grass than the grass you are tending. 
Only with this realisation do the fairies and mystical beings actually come alive inspired by love, not by wishful thinking ❤️


Inspired by Louis Honca Art

Baby brain, and life as we know it – or thought we did!


Art accredited to Louis Honca Art.

Three months and 3 glorious days of baby snuggles, that new born contagious smell, that strong and fierce lioness possessiveness, and the balanced sense of pride vs irrational anxiety – and you still aren’t even close! Add a sprinkle of hormones, a dash of irritability, a slurp of fear and a gallon of insomnia and then place these fine ingredients into the body of a corpse mummy and then we are walking the same path.

Motherhood! Babies! 

An explosive bottom which does not conform to waking hours, or before and after meal times. Tiny limbs encasing an ever vibrant and loud alarm clock, which does not offer a snooze option – add this to the already busy and multifaceted existence and things get interesting! 

Washing, cleaning, feeding, sleeping, walking, sitting, laying, needing, wanting, bathing, toileting, shopping, working, watching, seeing, feeling…and being. A juggling conundrum of OMG!

The 3am tribulations, and then the sense of achievement of settling the mini one, to then realise that sleep has long gone and the irrational fear of watching a sleeping baby is preferable. That dreaded anxiety and need to check, check – and check again! 

Shopping is no longer about Radley, Kipling, or  any other words or letters incorporating a golden price tag, it is now about the oohs and awwww’s of those tiny dungarees or that new parenting invention that EVERY magazine raves about… and a must have to qualify as a loving and ‘successful’ parent!

To dress up and make the effort now includes tucking in the baby bulge and holding the evident belly in for timely camera poses, and luck is in if the attire is not inclusive of the latest baby fashion – shoulder drool and milky sick! 

Life certainly looks and feels a lot different to 3 months and 3 days previously. Yet that warm bundle of hard work and life change that I am holding in my arms, gives me more pleasure and more worth than my previous  structured existence. The journey is indeed a crazy roller coaster of unknown entities and direction, yet I’m riding with excitement, stimulation and a huge ‘hell yeah’!

What defines Art and who says?

A very controversial subject but one which I feels is continous and ever evolving in debate. Like art itself, it has no beginning, nor does it have an end. I was discussing the concept of abstract art with my significant other today. I am not an artist. I do not draw and my painting resembles that of a 3 year old. However, I do feel I am perceptive and imaginative to appreciate creativity in its varied form. What I cannot find appreciation in, is art which, to my eye, resembles nothing or is questionable in content and context. I visited a gallery recently, and was amazed to see a green canvas displayed on the wall. Simply green. My significant other would argue that it is conceptual, and the perception is varied. I would debate that it is not unique and is simply a bland colour painted mundanely onto paper. Am I viewing this with a closed mind? Or is art simply created and expected to convey perception, without the form to appreciate? If this is the case, then give me a brush, and I will paint a masterpiece. I do say this tongue in cheek as I know how much work and energy does go into creating a piece. I fully appreciate intricacy, expression and originality. However, I do wish to be inspired and awed by what I view. I can create imagery solely, so a simple blank canvas is not going to further inspire my imagination.

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Thus saying, I love art. I love the journey it can create. I thrive on the mindset which it can allure. My questioning mind simply ponders on ‘who defines it’?

If art creates feeling, I’m feeling it. If art creates pondering, hell, I will ponder. If art creates beauty, I will be appreciating. If art gives me nothing, then my reaction will remain aloof.

As with life, I want to be inspired. I want to feel, see, touch, and experience. Is that not what motivates us? Just saying :p

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

Following the purple road

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Louis Honca

Perception is a miracle within our journey. It becomes interlinked with everything we see and do. To visualise the destination, first we must create the paths, and perceive the substance which quantifies our own sheer determination to continue walking.

Sometimes we stumble at hurdles, or question at crossroads. At times we are faced with alternative routes. The depth of our individual perception leads the way.

We become one with our own imaginings, find peace in our thoughtful clarity, and take each step towards the delicious unknown of our own making.

To walk peacefully, is to enjoy the journey, and accept what we cannot control. Ourself lies within the destination. The journey remains part of the energy. Simply life.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

Creating a perspective

My significant other inspires me with his imagination and creative sense. As an artist, he owns that title. His thoughts are made real by the fluidity of his pencil. His perceptions take form and leave conditioned footprints.

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Louis Honca

This indulges my own perceptive angle and offers me a delicious delight of flavours to tantalise my written word. I am amazed by external talents and remain positively perplexed by the range of emotions they encourage.

I simply cannot draw. I can create stick men and the odd ridiculous looking creature, but I can not Breathe life into a canvas. Full stop.

My thoughts create the visual outline, and my words complete the picture. My canvas remains externally black and white, yet I internally fill the meaning with the colours of my soul.

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Louis Honca

Our mind is a phenomenal instrument. It directs us to fulfill, to lead, to excel, and to dream. We can multi task. It allows us to think past the here and now. It creates memories. It makes plans.

It also gives us individual depth and meaning. Perception is a remarkable trait. An observation and also a simple thought.

Art creates and changes a perspective. Art comes in various forms. We visualise it from an image, from literature, and from those around us.

It keeps the world interesting. It keeps us feeling alive and stimulated.

It continues.

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The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

Creating a perspective

My significant other inspires me with his imagination and creative sense. As an artist, he owns that title. His thoughts are made real by the fluidity of his pencil. His perceptions take form and leave conditioned footprints.

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This indulges my own perceptive angle and offers me a delicious delight of flavours to tantalise my written word. I am amazed by external talents and remain positively perplexed by the range of emotions they encourage.

I simply cannot draw. I can create stick men and the odd ridiculous looking creature, but I can not Breathe life into a canvas. Full stop.

My thoughts create the visual outline, and my words complete the picture. My canvas remains externally black and white, yet I internally fill the meaning with the colours of my soul.

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Our mind is a phenomenal instrument. It directs us to fulfill, to lead, to excel, and to dream. We can multi task. It allows us to think past the here and now. It creates memories. It makes plans.

It also gives us individual depth and meaning. Perception is a remarkable trait. An observation and also a simple thought.

Art creates and changes a perspective. Art comes in various forms. We visualise it from an image, from literature, and from those around us.

It keeps the world interesting. It keeps us feeling alive and stimulated.

It continues.

         ———————–

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…

Perception vs realism

Leda and the Swan.

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A SUDDEN blow: the great wings beating still 
Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed 
By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, 
He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. 
How can those terrified vague fingers push 
The feathered glory from her loosening thighs? 
And how can body, laid in that white rush, 
But feel the strange heart beating where it lies? 
A shudder in the loins engenders there 
The broken wall, the burning roof and tower 
And Agamemnon dead. 
Being so caught up, 
So mastered by the brute blood of the air, 
Did she put on his knowledge with his power 
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?

William Butler Yeats

This poem is powerful. It is classified as one of the greatest written, yet to conceptualise this is to gain deeper clarity in what the writer was trying to convey.

Realism argues that Leda could not physically make love to a swan. Logic confirms this sweetly. Perception sways in the flow of the words, but argues the ethical stance. The mind simply states this is absurd.

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Within the brush strokes of the artist, under the influence of the ink, what meaning was the creators hoping for?. My own mind contrives that the meaning is exquisite and underlying.

A female form is considered beautiful. A pure symbol of femininity. Beauty to embrace and behold.

A swan is an idealised bird. A portrayal of exquisite perfection. The bright softness of its wings, mixed finely, handsomely, with the beauty of its curved form.

Together, these forms create perfection. An ideation of a sweetened epitheny.

The bonding of the female with the swan reproduces and multiplies surreality. It transcends the perception of two beautiful creatures capturing the pure essence of their visual charter.

It also shows strength and integrity. Leda held the belief that the swan was a god. She sacrificed her logic for her motivated dream. The procreation of this bonding suggests love and compassion at its most raw and purest form.

Although to add spice to the mix, the question of will remains.

Femininity was historically portrayed as an expected facet of our being, and women were visual creatures. We were not appreciated for our inner beauty, mental clarity, and clever reasoning. We simply were expected to believe and do.

The idea of Leda conveys this. Yet I do not feel protective of this ideation. I believe it is, and remains perceptive.

I see two beautiful creatures procreating a more beautiful existence. I feel the artist’s were clever in their creation. I feel it is a visual reflection of sexual and feminine development. The swan is simply a metaphoric image to maximise this transition.

As a woman grows, her own inner beauty flourishes and her wings open to fly freely. She becomes the swan. She owns her regal beauty, and her femininity intensifies.

The mind of a deep thinker…or complete rubbish…it is all down to interpretation and perception…