Mahboob's Journal

Britain dislodged it conservatives. After fourteen years, the Labour Party stormed back to power. For our ruling party, 14 years will be one before the next general election and there could be a dislodge here too. In his first speech as Prime Minister on 5-Jul-2024, Keir Starmer directly acknowledged the lack of trust between the public and politicians, stating that "this wound... this lack of trust... can only be healed by actions not words." Starmer recognized that the "gap between the sacrifices made by people and the service they receive from politicians" had led to a "weariness in the heart of a nation" and a "draining away of the hope, the spirit, the belief in a better future." He pledged that his government would work to restore this trust, saying "we can make a start today with the simple acknowledgment that public service is a privilege and that your government should treat every single person in this country with respect.&quo

Finished an art work today. Had the idea for long. A woman with arms spread, the backdrop is a butterfly. Three Mandala art circles. I made the motifs in Illustrator itself and made a pattern brush for each. Flares are the simple Flare tool, but deleting the rays and the secondary circles, duplicating the circle perpendicularly and squeezing both into an ellipse shape. Spent about three hours learning and practicing the Neon effect, that you see around the woman. Mandala motifs in the second image below. Actually, I created four. I will use the unused one in another artwork.

A shining chariot glides  in the moonbeam On it ride our shadows. The forgotten kiss ricochets , harnessed by the energy of the smell and taste of your mouth freshener. I recoil.   The world is full of jagged edges blunted by distance. But then, acceptance sowed the seeds of healing and the wind answered all the willows.   The lack of regret tears out F rom the whispers of ancient lore, emanate luminous archetypes, potent and raw, in the light of the stories, we never got to tell.   My inner child wants to come out, play with you, but monsters lurk in the shadows. Until they are slain, look out -- I am the rain on your window sill.