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.Apocalypse 002.

20" x 16"

Finished: 2015

$320.00

This is based on a multitude of experiences; but two main experiences are the specific driving force behind the image.

The first was a camping trip two friends went on with me; although it was not a full moon, it was a blood red, dagger thin moon...

One of the friends brought with him capsules that contained a very strong dosage of LSA, nature's LSD.

We each took two.

After watching the moon drop rather fast into the lake we camped out next to, things started getting pretty weird.

First, the question came to plague us all as to "What being human even is"...

What is our 'function'?

We sat around the fire, ruminating, while growing odder in our thoughts...

Eventually... At some point... Now this is a vague recollection of some very chaotic proceedings...

At some point... I became hungry, so decided to wash some grapes in the lake...

A small green light told me in a small urgent voice, not to do that...

I disregarded the light and voice; and proceeded again to try to wash my grapes; and again; the voice became more urgent...

So I decided to not wash my grapes.

On a side note here; the next morning we all awoke, and found the lake covered in an oil slick from a logging operation across the lake, we had not seen while setting up camp the evening before.

While I was dealing with this small glowing, talking light; which I dare call a fairy; as we sat in a fairy ring, connected to a dead fairy ring... During this time; one of my friends had wandered off into the bushes; following a small blue light, if I remember correctly...

The small blue light instructed him to bury his DMT snuff, and Salvia Divanorum under a specific tree.

So... He did.

Back at the camp site proper; my other friend and I both saw a bright flash of white light phase through the camp site; and asked if our other friend was the source with his flash light; he responded that he had no flash light; and thought that the flash of light was us with our flash light... We did not have a flash light either...

We all then huddled around the camp fire, awaiting the arrival of whoever had used this flash light...

No sounds, no people, no nothing...

That is when the friend who wandered into the bushes explained what he had just done, prior to the flash of light.

We all agreed the flash of light then had something to do with burying DMT snuff and Salvia Divanorum under the base of a tree at night, while we all were under the influence of mysterious jungle acid...

Hang on, I am getting to the part about the painting...

That is when we heard the dog barking...

Far off in the distance, off in the infinite darkness of the now moonless night...

Our senses were discombobulated, to say the least at this point...

We all sat frozen, staring into the camp fire.

Images of Nazi police with wild, untamable, half insane, rabid German Shepherds storming down the forest trail, to find out camp fire, and bring order to our chaotic state danced through my mind...

I inquired if the others could tell if the dog was getting closer, or staying the same distance away...

They could not ascertain; it became apparent to me then I could not even tell how far away the camp fire was from me, despite looking directly at it; so figuring out a sound, the the void that is empty space devoid of sound, became an impossible task...

Continuing to sit, frozen in terror, we murmured about Runes forming in the logs...

The terrifying images of civilized order continued to plague my mind's eye...

An enormous metallic arm stretched out from the city; even out here; it would crush our wild fire; our untamable camp site; our chaotic discord of natural order; our precious little tid bit of paradise and the living wonder that it is; the fairies; the lake; the woods; this monstrous goddamn arm reached out for thousands of miles to squash our fire; to send it's uniformed troops to beat our heads in, until we kneel down to submit our souls to it's destructive machinery...

I looked at the others...

The look on their faces told me everything... They were seeing this vision of utter evil also...

"THE DRUGS ARE GETTING ON TOP OF US"

I yelled at them... Out of no where...

We all reeled around to look at one another, and agreed; indeed; the drugs had gotten all over us...

"I think that dog is just a dog at a house"

They agreed; I inquired if they also were plauged by the visions of police, they were...

We agreed then it was clearly time to go into our individual tents, and do whatever... First we would smoke a joint.

So... We sat there... In silence... For approximately fourty minutes, based on the time checking of one friend through the night; staring into the fire, not saying a word... All three of us; in utter quiet... With the fire...

Finally we remembered about rolling a joint; and got to it.

In my tent, pitched directly under a tree; I was regaled all night with stories about humanity being care takers of the planet; and that we used to be angelic; but have since turned into horrific beasts which bring destruction to everything around us in our greedy quest for luxury.

A bunch of other stuff happened that night too; but that is the part that relates to this painting.

The second experience is much briefer.

A friend told me how to turn magic mushrooms into something called... Lemon TEK; which is distilled magic mushrooms, already transformed for your intake.

So I made some; and it inspired many paintings that are currently in the works; but pertaining to this image; I looked for a few, very long seconds; into "The eye of all that Western Society has wrought on the world"...

It was not pretty...

Countless bodies, the night was eternally dark but lit up by rockets and bombs, replacing the stars, and explosions along the ground replacing the infrastructure...

All this caused by our incensent quest for resources, and imaginary wealth; fueled by greed and mislead imaginations.

We cause this unbelievable level of violence, in the name of buying cheap, slave labour made shorts at the near by Big Box store.

We refuse to let other cultures sit by their camp fires in peace, with their own customs, because we see an opportunity to brainwash and enslave anyone and everyone on Earth, for our own use.

Description

.Apocalypse 002.

20" x 16"

Finished: 2015

$320.00

This is based on a multitude of experiences; but two main experiences are the specific driving force behind the image.

The first was a camping trip two friends went on with me; although it was not a full moon, it was a blood red, dagger thin moon...

One of the friends brought with him capsules that contained a very strong dosage of LSA, nature's LSD.

We each took two.

After watching the moon drop rather fast into the lake we camped out next to, things started getting pretty weird.

First, the question came to plague us all as to "What being human even is"...

What is our 'function'?

We sat around the fire, ruminating, while growing odder in our thoughts...

Eventually... At some point... Now this is a vague recollection of some very chaotic proceedings...

At some point... I became hungry, so decided to wash some grapes in the lake...

A small green light told me in a small urgent voice, not to do that...

I disregarded the light and voice; and proceeded again to try to wash my grapes; and again; the voice became more urgent...

So I decided to not wash my grapes.

On a side note here; the next morning we all awoke, and found the lake covered in an oil slick from a logging operation across the lake, we had not seen while setting up camp the evening before.

While I was dealing with this small glowing, talking light; which I dare call a fairy; as we sat in a fairy ring, connected to a dead fairy ring... During this time; one of my friends had wandered off into the bushes; following a small blue light, if I remember correctly...

The small blue light instructed him to bury his DMT snuff, and Salvia Divanorum under a specific tree.

So... He did.

Back at the camp site proper; my other friend and I both saw a bright flash of white light phase through the camp site; and asked if our other friend was the source with his flash light; he responded that he had no flash light; and thought that the flash of light was us with our flash light... We did not have a flash light either...

We all then huddled around the camp fire, awaiting the arrival of whoever had used this flash light...

No sounds, no people, no nothing...

That is when the friend who wandered into the bushes explained what he had just done, prior to the flash of light.

We all agreed the flash of light then had something to do with burying DMT snuff and Salvia Divanorum under the base of a tree at night, while we all were under the influence of mysterious jungle acid...

Hang on, I am getting to the part about the painting...

That is when we heard the dog barking...

Far off in the distance, off in the infinite darkness of the now moonless night...

Our senses were discombobulated, to say the least at this point...

We all sat frozen, staring into the camp fire.

Images of Nazi police with wild, untamable, half insane, rabid German Shepherds storming down the forest trail, to find out camp fire, and bring order to our chaotic state danced through my mind...

I inquired if the others could tell if the dog was getting closer, or staying the same distance away...

They could not ascertain; it became apparent to me then I could not even tell how far away the camp fire was from me, despite looking directly at it; so figuring out a sound, the the void that is empty space devoid of sound, became an impossible task...

Continuing to sit, frozen in terror, we murmured about Runes forming in the logs...

The terrifying images of civilized order continued to plague my mind's eye...

An enormous metallic arm stretched out from the city; even out here; it would crush our wild fire; our untamable camp site; our chaotic discord of natural order; our precious little tid bit of paradise and the living wonder that it is; the fairies; the lake; the woods; this monstrous goddamn arm reached out for thousands of miles to squash our fire; to send it's uniformed troops to beat our heads in, until we kneel down to submit our souls to it's destructive machinery...

I looked at the others...

The look on their faces told me everything... They were seeing this vision of utter evil also...

"THE DRUGS ARE GETTING ON TOP OF US"

I yelled at them... Out of no where...

We all reeled around to look at one another, and agreed; indeed; the drugs had gotten all over us...

"I think that dog is just a dog at a house"

They agreed; I inquired if they also were plauged by the visions of police, they were...

We agreed then it was clearly time to go into our individual tents, and do whatever... First we would smoke a joint.

So... We sat there... In silence... For approximately fourty minutes, based on the time checking of one friend through the night; staring into the fire, not saying a word... All three of us; in utter quiet... With the fire...

Finally we remembered about rolling a joint; and got to it.

In my tent, pitched directly under a tree; I was regaled all night with stories about humanity being care takers of the planet; and that we used to be angelic; but have since turned into horrific beasts which bring destruction to everything around us in our greedy quest for luxury.

A bunch of other stuff happened that night too; but that is the part that relates to this painting.

The second experience is much briefer.

A friend told me how to turn magic mushrooms into something called... Lemon TEK; which is distilled magic mushrooms, already transformed for your intake.

So I made some; and it inspired many paintings that are currently in the works; but pertaining to this image; I looked for a few, very long seconds; into "The eye of all that Western Society has wrought on the world"...

It was not pretty...

Countless bodies, the night was eternally dark but lit up by rockets and bombs, replacing the stars, and explosions along the ground replacing the infrastructure...

All this caused by our incensent quest for resources, and imaginary wealth; fueled by greed and mislead imaginations.

We cause this unbelievable level of violence, in the name of buying cheap, slave labour made shorts at the near by Big Box store.

We refuse to let other cultures sit by their camp fires in peace, with their own customs, because we see an opportunity to brainwash and enslave anyone and everyone on Earth, for our own use.