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February 26, 2011 in Collage Nation | Tags: One for those who are offended by a naked body, Or don't like the idea of words, Where is the line?, Why does there need to be a line?, xxx-blogs for brains

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February 27, 2011 at 9:16+00:00Feb

TF

Heh. There’s something of the cheeky schoolboy in this piece, Nigel – testing limits, questioning why there are limits at all. 

But naughty schoolboys are trained into thinking there are lines and out of thinking they can be crossed. Because there’s a fear that the consequence of disrupting the status quo is it makes for unproductive members of the socio-economic machine. Or some other machine. 

Then you grow older and realise some of those naughty kids were little buddhas of their own. They were born into an awakened state, then pulled from it, only to spend their lives struggling to, and being told to, free themselves from that tether. 

I don’t know where the line is either, Nigel, but I appreciate a good questioning of it. 

(And thanks for indulging my pseudo-psychological/sociological assessment of the world and its lines.)

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    February 28, 2011 at 9:16+00:00Feb

    Nigel Featherstone

    Hi Tristan, once a cheeky schoolboy, always a cheeky schoolboy. Probably. (From memory, I was actually very well behaved all those years ago, rarely getting into trouble. If I could have my time again I’d get into more trouble. That would be good.)

    I like your take on the post – I hadn’t thought of it…well…along these ‘lines’. I’ve had this collage (if that’s what it is) hanging around my workroom for a while now; it’s been haunting me. So what to do but make it public and see if someone can tell me why this image seems to matter.

    Yes, you’re right: there’s an element of the cheeky schoolboy.

    Or just innocent questioning.

    Or just a desire to break a rule.

    Once again.

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February 27, 2011 at 9:16+00:00Feb

screamish

!!! cheeky!

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    February 28, 2011 at 9:16+00:00Feb

    Nigel Featherstone

    !!! hooray!

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