MichelleMarieMacnamara

FROM RAGS TO RICHES, ART TO LOVE, MERRYMAKING TO YOGA AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN.

Does anyone remember Salvital?

It took me hours to remember the name of it yesterday. We were talking about larders and pantries at work. We had a small pantry, well, it was more like a tall cupboard. We used to climb onto the high stools to get Mums Salvital from the top shelf. Then we would spoon the fine white powder into our mouths and wait. A teaspoon of  this stuff is meant to be mixed into a whole glass of water. Mum would find us rolling around, giggling, while spurting masses of white foam down our chins and onto our clothes. Nice memory…

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I’m fully dressed but lie down on our unmade bed. Trainers on the covers. I don’t care. The sun is shining on me through the window from a wintery sky. I think about work. I think about going home and i think about my life. I don’t come to any conclusions.

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Compassion

What?

Compassion.

I wonder.

Where has it gone?

As a society of the same beings, something somewhere along the way, has gone fundamentally wrong.

As a race, we are desensitised.

And as a community…

Well…

We are all out for ourselves.

And with no incentive to help others besides our own sense of compassion, what is to become of us?

What is to become of our children?

Compassion.

What happened to treat those the way you would like to be treated back?

Compassion.

Don’t worry though.

Don’t give it another thought.

Tell your kids to shutup.

Go back to your television and pre-packaged meals.

Get back into your Primark slippers and the groove in your sofa.

Don’t fondle your lover but your remote control.

Regurgitate the tabloids until you vomit Jordan’s lunch but don’t think about others.

Oh no.

Not the real people.

The ones around you.

The ones in front of you.

The friends and colleagues.

They don’t deserve the same respect and attention that you give to your imaginary celebrity friends.

……….

Maybe I should be a bit more compassionate…?

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some bullsh*t happening somewhere

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Just eat a f***ing apple!

Epitome of all that is wrong in the world today!

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The Girl from Ipanema & Mother’s Day

Hello all.

To start off, i’ve posted this video because it’s super cool, in a weird and wonderful 1964 kind of way. The reason i dug this up is because this song has recently been put on my playlist at work, and we all know what happens to music when you are forced to listen to it over and over and over again, yep, you begin to loathe it. So this is me telling the world that until probably next week, i think this song is fab!

Secondly, to all you Mother’s Day sheeple, get with the program. Your Mum deserves more than one day of appreciation per year. Do yourself a favour and surprise her when she’s not expecting it. Tell her you love her. Tell her you understand. Ask her questions about what her life was like, when she was at the age you are now. Let her know you aren’t governed by gift shop holidays. Write her a letter and ask for one back. Invite her for dinner. Take her for a glutinous weekend away or a yoga workshop. Get her out of her comfort zone and allow her to take you out of yours. Or just remember to hug her…And don’t let go first!

Mum, if you are reading this, thanks for all the hard yards you put in with me, all your children and the people around you. I wish I could make life easier for you. This song is dedicated to you and your life so far.. Make every day count and always remember to breathe. I love you. XXX

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Obese Nations and the Fast Food Giants

This article is a must read for anyone who consumes fast food. It is an excerpt from a book called The End Of Overeating: Taking Control Of Our Insatiable Appetite, by David A Kessler, published in today’s edition of the Guardian.

Contrary to popular belief, the  smart people are out there.  These people are asking the right questions and thanks to the internet have a tool to share their findings, it’s just up to the people to explore them.

This article explores the mass manipulation of fast food and popular snacks and why millions of people around the world are compelled to consume them.

“Three decades ago, fewer than one Briton in 10 was obese. One in four is today. It is projected that by 2050, Britain could be a “mainly obese society”. Similar, and even more pronounced, changes were taking place in the US, where researchers found that not only were Americans entering their adult years at a significantly higher weight but, while on average everyone was getting heavier, the heaviest people were gaining disproportionately more weight than others. The spread between those at the upper end of the weight curve and those at the lower end was widening. Overweight people were becoming more overweight.

What had happened to add so many millions of pounds to so many millions of people? Certainly food had become more readily available, with larger portion sizes, more chain restaurants and a culture that promotes out-of-home eating. But having food available doesn’t mean we have to eat it. What has been driving us to overeat?”

“Higher sugar, fat and salt make you want to eat more.” I had read this in scientific literature, and heard it in conversations with neuroscientists and psychologists. But here was a leading food designer, a Henry Ford of mass-produced food, revealing how his industry operates. To protect his business, he did not want to be identified, but he was remarkably candid, explaining how the food industry creates dishes to hit what he called the “three points of the compass”.

Sugar, fat and salt make a food compelling. They stimulate neurons, cells that trigger the brain’s reward system and release dopamine, a chemical that motivates our behaviour and makes us want to eat more. Many of us have what’s called a “bliss point”, at which we get the greatest pleasure from sugar, fat or salt. Combined in the right way, they make a product indulgent, high in “hedonic value”.”

Click through to read the full article…..If you dare!

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My studio….

….where paintbrushes go to die.

I don’t know why i do this but i manage to do it every time I finish a painting.

Regardless of size of the picture, the time it took to paint, the subject matter, regardless of the money and time I spent carefully choosing them, individually, like precious pieces of gold, regardless of needing them the next day for another painting and whether I used 5 or 6 brushes or if I only used one…….without fail I will ruin them.

Although they are my beloved magic wands throughout the painting process, when my picture is finished they are tossed to the side, in my excitement, into the graveyard of used and abused painting tools.

So if you are a deliciously new paintbrush, soft and supple, untouched by oil or medium waiting patiently in a Liverpool art supply shop…..

….beware!

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Bathtub

‘Ktish Ktish’ replied the cymbals to the drums. The sound danced tinnily across the air and into my bathroom window.

‘Just shutup’, I thought with venom. You aren’t any good now, what makes you think you’ll get any better!.

I frowned to myself in the dark, wiping my forehead. The sweat ran down my face anyway.

It’s such a waste of water, me having a bath. I only ever stay in for a few minutes before I get too hot and give up on relaxing.

I force myself to steep in the porcelain tub a little longer, then reach for the bleach-stained towel that hangs off the wall heater.

I shuffle into the hall, steam billowing from my body and listen to the last of the water gurgle down the plughole.

Never had a chance really.

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Redbrick Bluestone

The colour of the buildings in town are much brighter today. I think it’s the recent commissions. Drawing all those bloody buildings. Desperately searching for colour, trying to draw it out and make it better than it seems.

Most of the structures are old. Except where they were bombed in the war. Those ones have been replaced by 20th century disasters. Blue-tiled shipping containers placed systematically atop plastic boxes. No love, no detail. Just empty plastic monsters looming overtop the red chimney’s.

Looking closer and closer and closer until I’m inside the bricks completely surrounded by red ochre breathing in the dust, swallowing it like it was air.

The moss on the bluestone is emerald green.  Glowing, in it’s own slow glory. Ever pulsating spreading farther and farther over the hard dark surface. Only seen by the naked eye over generations. It’s free to do what it wants any old time. They should write a song about it.

Enveloped by the soft comforting layer, the bluestone creaks and groans.

It’s old today. Happy birthday it murmurs to itself.

No one else to listen.

Not the moss or the Gulls.

And the sky is too far away to notice.

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About the artist

Michelle Marie Macnamara is a self-taught Visual Artist from Melbourne, Australia. You will currently find her working from her home studio on private commissions and pieces for a new collection.

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