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There’s something immediately beautiful about the incomplete. Some visceral unquantifiable quality is lost when an incomplete work of art becomes the polished completed product. And this isn’t to say that one shouldn’t aspire to finish their projects. No. Not at all.

Only that some emotion must inevitably be reigned in and filed down to make a cohesive thing. Honest contradictions must be reconciled, or one prioritized over another, to make a wholly rational statement.

One must have a true endgame in mind to make art. A journey without a destination is aimless wandering (and it should be noted here that aimless wandering can be its own destination). Yet the journey is the essential spirit where the art resides. The destination becomes inconsequential before the desire to reach it. But there must be a desire to reach it.

So the process then, when in servitude to a higher cause, is the master. It is the real true art and mastery. And so, we return to incomplete works of art.

Those works that are stalled before reaching their True North. An unfinished draft; raw video footage or unpolished grain. Half-drawn sketches. Living beating hearts, laid open-breasted upon a table.

And what are our lives but incomplete works of art? Unaccomplished dreams. Grieving loved ones. Shopping lists and chores. Words left unspoken. Nobody leaves this world with every thread resolved and their character arcs concluded. We exit it as untidily and ill-prepared as we came into it.

And so we come to me: the artist at the end of his life. I have been a vagrant upstart. The pale imitator and the disrupter. The visionary prophet and then the establishment. The follower, heretic and mentor. I have been the babe at the teat, and father. Leader, ruler, dictator. Advisor, businessman, monument.

My body of work is beyond reproach. I have sculpted the very heart of man and painted the heavens themselves. I have lived and I have loved and been loved in turn.

I have reached True North. I am sadly complete.



Hefty title eh? It’s the name of the paperback project my brother and a gang of his university friends have been madly working on over the summer and after a successful Kickstarter campaign, it’s due to be released in exactly a month (publication date: September 9th, 2013). 115 pages long and comes with ISBN numbers and illustrations and everything, hot damn it’s official!

He’s received editor credit (as Abdul Choudhury) on Amazon itself but I’m almost certain some of his own works appear in it too. Click the cover art below to have a gander o’er at Amazon:


It’s £6.99 RRP but currently priced at £6.53 (7% off!) so do please pre-order a copy! The ‘Art and the Mannequin’ group are also putting on some performance shows around the country. You can get tickets to the play ‘Mr Nobody: A Cinderella Boy’ at the Three Minute Theatre inside the Afflecks Arcade, Oldham Street in Manchester here on Skiddle. Check out their twitter page (@artsmannequins) or website ( for more.

Now why is all this my first post? Because I’m putting on my proud big bro hat and you’re damn right it’s an appropriate a start as any other.

Peace and love,

‘Big’ Abdul

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