is about reality
about the geologic record
placement in time
and place
where you are
our Layer is now filled with plastic
my third painting.
a state of mind and a layered confession.
i want to warn you of the End. it is inevitable now. plants will mean everything to you soon. let’s wish them well and pray some survive.
Nature is wild. our nature is wild.
it was a beautiful, blue-sky day, just me and my Girl. and i ate a banana. delicious or not, i can’t say. but there was something magic to it. right there, crossing the 333 bridge, i threw it. i’d aimed to clear the wall and watch it fly, yellow flopping arms to the sky. but the flop stopped flat.
and for a while… it was magic for me and my Girl.
we all end up forgotten in the End.
twelve thousand years ago, nomadic foraging began to give way to agricultural settlement, initiating an entire makeover to the human experience. from symbiosis with nature, we moved instead into structures and hierarchies, property and greed, home defense, credit and debt, anxiety over the future, large scale politics, towns and cities, kingdoms and empires, classism and elites.
something Eva said… about the holy fire and arming the people…
please don’t light me on fire. please don’t light me on fire. please don’t light me on fire. please don’t light me on fire. please don’t light me on fire. please don’t light me on fire. please don’t light me on fire. please don’t light me on fire.
i hate winter.
to be holy
i spent a lot of time writing those notes before i realized god wasn’t a thing.
they say the universe will end as gray soup.
Siphonophore :
a colonial organism composed of small individual animals called zooids, each with a specific function within the whole, attached to one another and physiologically integrated to the extent that they are unable to survive independently.
it was alive when i found it.
in 2016, just as the pig was being elected, the world caught on fire.
infinite options of what to be
a hole in the wall and the murder of innocence.
- for E.W.
it was alive when i found it.
i used to love the ocean.
i had a son
he got away from me by true accident
i wanted him to be happy
but life does it’s own thing to people
- for my friend, Claude, who died trying to save strangers.
4am, wine and blood
