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They insert their greasy words and brutal images in the chaos of the governed mind, chattering all day long--even in sleep. Some are bipedal, and take the shape of Human. Others are indistinct globs of dark images using light to hide in. They rationalize their existence.

They migrate from one generation to the next, creating and preserving the dysfunctional circus of industrial civilization.

They say: We are what's left when all is extracted. We are your reality.

We are the imbalance.

(Aquabee black paper/Caran d'Ache Pablo Colored Pencil/Titanium white acrylic)

Description

They insert their greasy words and brutal images in the chaos of the governed mind, chattering all day long--even in sleep. Some are bipedal, and take the shape of Human. Others are indistinct globs of dark images using light to hide in. They rationalize their existence.

They migrate from one generation to the next, creating and preserving the dysfunctional circus of industrial civilization.

They say: We are what's left when all is extracted. We are your reality.

We are the imbalance.

(Aquabee black paper/Caran d'Ache Pablo Colored Pencil/Titanium white acrylic)