creative nonviolent revolution
panorama from the center of now studios panorama from the entrance of now studios
“the opposite of war is creation”
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NOW Studios
greetings, halluuo! welcome to NOW (studios), **new in town**— What are we? —home base for flittering marginalized creative revolutionaries, —an immersive, multi-modal gallery with over 300 original works —epicenter for existential performance art & nonviolent revolution, —a never-ending variety show ... live music, open mics, slams, forums, panels, drag queens, poetry, book clubs, movie screenings, yoga, flow, creation, painting, photography, silliness, dancing. —live-stream venue —underground theatre and performance space —a wild, colorful, fully-equipped surreal event space (want to host something!?) —working studio, —rehearsal studio, —recording studio —yoga/flow/dance studio —temple for the universe, —podcast, —vodcast, —online publication —cultivation haus for marginalized media and vigilante journalism as a full-color alternative to gray gloom public forum, —incubator for ideas; for new political candidates & campaigns, nonprofits, and cultural initiatives centering around Universal Thriving. —queer cafe for ever-sprouting bohemian intelligentsia, —a space to study, teach, explore, witness, create. NOW is a roving, multi-modal ecosystem for the universe —a surreal event space for progressive Yes; thought. non-thought. creation. a live & live-streamed existential jungle gym of Activity Happening NOW- —fully-empowered & equipped spacetime for the nuanced, specifically-colored unfolding process as it is, in real-time, First-Hand Account- NOW studios is perpetual process. An act of creative reclamation from all forms of tyranny birthed in Linear Binary No. ... a hub for art, radically free thought, love, and ecstatic celebration— NOW is a place for super playful people vulnerable enough to reach the summit of an occasion. And for those that want to be. the space is an anti-depressant. a conscious boost of heart caffeine for those who know how to give the juice. *this is a sacred safe space and will insist, by design, on keeping wildly liberated from all forms of enery-sucking loops of pessimism. an exercise in intention-setting and boundary negotiation. Our larger movement, express your mess, is all about saying yes and getting said... our latest project, NOW studios, is a multi-modal dream space for vanguard creation. A place to incubate ideas and pollinate a radically better tomorrow. Calling all wildly woke dreamers with a furnace of ideas and possibility churning inside: join us & share in the co-creation of a wildly more yes, ecstasy-perfect tomorrow! (now we shall take to reiterating and elaborating in various forms...) are we a theatre company? YES. & we are a hub for revolution and movement. a classroom, temple, and dance floor. art gallery, working studio, creative incubator, & movie-ready studio set that doubles as the pop-up board game for our therapeutic-grade role-playing real-life immersive board game. It's time superheroes unite and stand in our energetic field—we're looking for brilliant creatures who thrive in the margins to come play in the lab with us— First we gather and witness each other, then we chainlink our power, fusing the atoms of All That We Can Do—conjuring new ingredients, writing new recipes -—offering the world our nonviolent picnic— this isn't hippy fluff. this isn't socialist racket. it's a place to conjure better blueprints of tomorrow by living Radically Present Here Now Today. hello? are you out there?! grab someone fabulous and let's dance ! * absurd, surreal creatures of the theatre to produce wild shows with * artists to create and play and flow with * wildly woke vegan yogis to run a vegan cafe and continue consciousness questing with * fabulous gender bending queers and draggies to explore the binary with * deeply talented marginalized poker players, pool players, bowlers, and tennis mates to conquer the game with * philosophers, writers and deep non-linear thinkers to explore Big Ideas with * nature-loving, sporty, competitive, playful activity partners * radical political titans interested in the love revolution—in building expansive, inclusive campaigns of peaceful nonviolent creation for a new paradigm. darlings, a group of flittering wild flowers have descended upon ann arbor, leading the charge for fabulous colorful revolution. our mission: swirl the collective energy into a cosmically conscious dance, grinding up the crusty shit that isn’t working and renegotiating the flame towards a brighter burn For All—birthright 2.0. let's create together. we have magical space in downtown ann arbor— * vegan cafe, * radical live event space, * fully-equipped studio for co-collaborating & content creation—(film, live-stream, editing suite.) * vod/podcast, * immersive live theatre, * art gallery, * ideas incubator * temple for chakra-pounding rebel hearts * platform to polish potential political candidates theatre, politics, art, ideas, veganism, yoga, dance, flow, consciousness, queer marginal culture, drag, poker, nature, activism, sport, play. actively seeking activity partners to explore the world with. wildly woke revolutionaries, queers and those who thrive in the margins, shape-shifters who have embraced their inner skitzy (all those voices inside sick of competing wanting to cohabitate instead)... dreamers, rationalists, rugged individualists (who believe unmitigated inner liberty is the path towards collective nirvana enlightenment). We're a new content-creation collaborative work space that some are calling "An Existential Recovery Red Pill Moment"— now studios is an immersive life-size RPG board game—what's that? well, you know how in monopoly you pick a game piece, say, the thimble? yea, well here, you are That. We've just opened three co-working, content-creation spaces in downtown ann arbor as a member-based collective: Mother Mushroom A queer, vegan, mushroom-centered, pick-your-price cafe with bangin coffee and an outlandish atmosphere of theatre & other. Plus, chefs rotate monthly (if they want) and offer cooking classes to help us all eat gourmet vegan at home. Think: drag queens serving you maitake stroganoff with quinoa noodles while reciting neruda on one (high-heeled) foot. Create good-vibe fuel with us NOW Studios A decadent dream space to flow & create, to ground & generate a new public voice that lives out loud, YES! Think: queer, theatre, art, dance, music, yoga, meditation, podcast, video production, absurdist improv, art gallery, be-my-own therapy space. Help us build new media for the Light Lampshade Temple Co-creating, co-working space for creatives, artists, radicals, progressive scholars and radical new political candidates, that maintains social distance while providing a bright, bold backdrop to build all our little empires of sand. A place to develop a sharing economy for political clout & resource. A place to explore business & political endeavor devoid of faction, fascism, & hierarchy. now is an existential life recovery program— A dream space to wake up, with hunches and clues planted all over. a place of radical thought, art, and movement. if not now, when? if not us, who? SEEKING: *film crew *actors/musicians/artists/dreamers/innovators/drag queens/fabulous performers... we're looking for conscious woke revolutionaries. the space is totally vegan and allergic to pessimism, low-vibes, & complaining. so much is so fucked. privilege and unconsciousness are raging inside every crevice of reality——patriarchy is supreme. now what? moving the fuck on— a delicious krewe of light faeries has arrived in a2! Grand Visions often turn people off because they don't feel practical. This is not for those people. This is for revolutionary brothers and sisters looking to play at the next level, creative creatures ready to seduce this planet into consciousness- We've acquired some fabulous co-working, content-creation commercial studio space in downtown ann arbor for modern superheroes to gather and share and unite our platforms and powers for a brighter burn to dance against the static. Maybe the dark doesn't win out in the end. joe biden is probably not going to heal the soul of america. but we can. if not now, when? if not us, who? join us!
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book a session at NOW
(skip down (below the magnum opus) to see a menu of offerings at NOW studios.) Darlings--has this pandemic got you thirsty to move and groove and get your body jam on? feeling like you need a huge old hunk of creative? a dose of nonviolent revolution? some surreal queer oddity? technicolored Yes? NOW studios is a flowing smorgasbord of delicious creations, contents, and events. . . NOW is a place for super playful people vulnerable enough to reach the summit of an occasion. And for those that want to be. If you are a happy, creative, curious person looking for a place to explore and express your high vibrations, then book a session. If you are experiencing tremendous grief, and looking to find ways to dance with the heartbreak in your pocket, then book a session. We have everything you need to explode untold worlds of possibility! express your mess! it's a birthright. join our dance flow yoga strength training hybrid kiki vroom yes Go playtime sessions! (live & live-streamed, group and private.) in short (ha!)... immersive art gallery, NOW therapy, nonviolent political theatre, podcasts, vaudeville variety drag poet slam show eleganza extravaganzas, dance parties, yoga classes, meditation sessions, film screenings, existential performance art, live music, unlimited supplies to create and explore, an incubator for Big Ideas & Cosmic, Conscious Campaigns—shenanigans, sweeties! depression doesn't want condolences; heartache doesn't want an apologetic sermon on higher purpose for a dead sister. that break up… ‘It's for the best' … broke? lonely? sick? sad? a minority person navigating the unpacked supremacies of planet earth? ... ‘don’t worry, things will turn around.” people never stop apologizing for the grief others carry. watching the world stumble to find words to calm its own anxiety in face of sorrow totally amps the feelings of wild isolation. hijacks the grief that they don't know how to meet nor alleviate. platitudes & sentiment are the result of a planet unsure what to do with its anxiety and privilege. at NOW studios we swap 'sorry for your loss' hallmark sentiment with magic carpet ride adventures that transport you entirely from the shit storm you are in, without you knowing you’d ever lifted off. imagination. unshackled possibility. fully-equipped spacetime and permission. that's the secret juice. We've created some rabbit holes for you to get lost in. To reclaim yourself. To embrace your dreams and conjure some new ones. Alice is waiting. If you are looking to move the fuck on from feeling broken, then book a session. If you've already moved on and are looking for wild, woke collaborators... NOW studios is NOW open. expressyourmess.com No experience necessary, but all experiences welcome. **capitalism is gross. and we hate fixed prices. we're more community-meet-commodity, pick-your-price socialistic capitalism slash everything is a conversation. We are also open to barter and people paying way more than suggested as well. make it rain down on mommy. make mama rich! ***For most events, we'll shoot everything live in the studio in small numbers with other fabulous creatures and live-stream it out to our ceaselessly fabulous, adoring public! *We often have limited audience/performer spots available, with ongoing casting— please inquire! ****No sense being insecure around talented people. being bad at shit is a gift reserved for the vulnerable. want to shake it loose with us? if not now, when? Share with your friends! namaste, wild flowers.
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get tickets to NOW happenings
movie screenings open studio classes performance!
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gerf
no way they don't bleed like me. them over there. come out you ghost and let me love you. who are you to hide away? come out you ghost. . . what am i? a ritzy flophouse! feeling in on things. getting the full whiff. why not? pop pop. life comes, life goes. on & on. our bodies hold the trauma. the stories of our ancestors. all the etchings of time marbleized into our dna. im just a string of pearls. i like feeling tall as a tree. the tribal winds blow. stare them down you wilting puckish sunflower. headed east looking for answers then west to double-back north on myself then flit south, up, in, & around—and here we are. well, what did you find? fireflies and violet sky. the bite of goodbye. the enchantment and anticipation of hello. » 36” x 48” (41” x 53” with frame) » frame can be custom painted
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The Artist is Present
pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, pleasure—life is meant to feel good—going deeper than we think we can, further than our brains suggest we ought—pushing through Every Thing to seé our bare vibration in pools of light, witnessing and being witnessed. It’s time to grind non-reality to a halt. We beat back fascism with a takeover of public space by ecstatic yes. Grief into Gasoline. collective pleasure for the whole fucking planet. Endless micro dispersions of wild yes to disband the status quo of no. words rarely seduce the stars, and yet i am here dancing with your consciousness... flit wit me. —perpetually feeling good is our ticket out of a dead end; —every cow, crow, and cockroach, even the fascist racist oligarchs—imagine the unimaginable Yes, And that await all 7.8 billion of us plus the trillions of critters and quarks sharing this briny blue expanse— But first we’re calling bullshit on the entire hair-raising ouvre of our utter devotion to the hoodwinking malarkey of the Fascist Corporate Oligarch's Rigged System of NO. the future is about maintaining the state of flow. dancing through life with ecstasy permanently tickling ALL our spines. why not? this is my goal. Nonviolent political theatre. Bucketloads of peacefully acting up. opting out of the human hamster wheel for good. Please stop reading if it bores you... allow my words to upset your stomach, crack inside if they'll break you, but do not press into these trimmings if they do not feed you where you are hungry; my ego isn't so big as all that... grant access to the deepest chambers of yourself if it suits you... or just look at pretty paintings & buy some delicious art! pulsing energy channels itself through a paint brush, bathing in cloudfuls of syllables for they are my flesh, This Digital Soiree will host hundreds of original works we've been dancing with. _______ where was I? The Old World is dying, and in its place a New Earth is being reborn. A mercilessly elegant place where God comes without a gender or color of skin. explore the universe or argue abortion rights? We are literal fallen star matter, we decadent processes of vibration and light. earth is teeming with information out to reach us. whole emancipated lands of Yes, And outside the absurd world of No. We are the beginnings of a faint hope for a radically better tomorrow. Us. The pools of swirling energy we create by curving our spiraling momentum together. Moving with conscious intention manifests a better tomorrow. We’re trapped in the nostalgia for a past we can’t go back to, that wasn’t what we want to remember it to be. We can never go back to before. Life is now and tomorrow. Tomorrow’s tomorrow. Yesterday is no more. Now is Now. there is depth beyond the superficial anger—an untouchable place of Crazy Wisdom we can tap into, our direct line with the universe, that has the power to laugh along with everything, even the most viscous dictatorship— because It Is (T)Here & We Are Alive to experience it. To be alive is to be not dead. Let's give ample room for this most decadent fortune: We Are Alive. With hearts that beat without our asking. We Are Alive before anything gets labeled and categorized in the blackhole of binary. It Is, We Are, ... I Am. I Am. You Are. Now. Now what? This single one breath out in front of me, inside of me, these gorgeous lungs filling without my asking. my god how perfect this all turned out to be. how absolutely majestic earth is—and also—!thank everything!, how much more exquisite this all can and shall become— Tomorrow is a world For, and From creators. Tomorrow is the dreams we set spinning Right Now Today. NOW. HERE. In this moment. This precious moment. the opposite of imagination is stagnation. The universe loathes stagnation. We came here to move. to explore in every single moment—uncharted places, forward, now— So we’ve been busy creating a wildly immersive, self-guided Adult Play House in downtown Ann Arbor called NOW STUDIOS—No Outside World—to help usher in our Collective Wake Up. It’s a multi-modal creative therapy space to explore ourselves and reality in a very different way. A chance to meet outside the noise, to dance with our fears and conditioning, to upgrade what isn’t working… without the nervous compulsions to speak just because. let's unlock our collective inner-kid. the future is depending on it. We’re starved for a different type of interaction. One that doesn’t rely on the traditional ways of connecting—small talk, nervous chatter, happy hour complaining about the endless parade of lesser-of-evils and their venomously-uninspired, small-minded no we're all coerced into taking, then regurgitating based on what we’ve seen and read all week. Contempt is growing inside of me & isolationist’s rage isn’t helping anybody—so we can use the wounds, turn our suffering into light... let's do something different than what we've always done. I cannot run for office yet. But I can open space for We, The People to connect deeply through creation, food, and art. It’s time to heal this, America. Our mission is to assemble wildly diverse groups together to hash this shit out—publicly, where it counts! over food, creation, theatre, play, music, meditation, movement, drama, ideas, and art. & We'll be live-streaming all the antics— If not now, when? If not us, who? Join the journey! Because Life is meant to feel good. Really fucking good. This is it! Our big moment! We are alive. alive means living, moving, conscious— we are not immutable dna, fixed little paperweights with a pulse— "this is how things are so this is how things have got to be"— is absolute dry fart saltine cracker and I want to vote for people unafraid to say it. 1 billion people currently shit in their own gardens around planet earth—once we all get toilets and modern plumbing we can start caring about the word fuck or which gender ought wear nail polish. for now let's address the 2/3s of American's readily admitting to being depressed, the 50% who are on mood-stabilizers, the thousands of anti-depressant prescriptions written for babies under the age of one, the 3 million Americans dying every year from obesity because Americans eat our feelings, which is to say eat like shit, while sitting on phones in front of the t.v. at a desk for the bulk of waking life and lying flat ass for the rest of it. it is time to dance. for the 130 Americans that kill themselves every day. It's time we dance with the depths of our sadness so we all come to see that there is place for each and all on this planet. There is room here for everybody, by design. God Universe Source Gaia Science made all of this... on purpose. We are not orbiting an indifferent universe. The universe is self-correcting through US. The stars are realigning, rerouting us towards unimaginably beautiful, better paths. We aren’t victims; no sense playing small, recoiling into little old me. It’s Go Time, Full Throttle. Complete Alignment with our Highest Truth holds all the power. It's time to get what we came for—being alive is an exquisite experiment. it's time to consciously design the collective world of our dreams. Single Thoughts are seeds that change the universe— Creation is our only weapon against the tyranny of Destroyer's NO. Rough days are coming; we lovers will lift YES out from the shackles of NO. When Sleepy Joe Biden wins the presidency things are going to get murderously uncomfortable, and it's going to take Light Faeries to create spacetime for those who've been left behind. Bigoter's Supremacy has been purposely written into the script and it's going to take a lot of collective healing to witness and outgrow the darkness. 65 million people voted for Trump for a reason, and those reasons aren't going away unless we're all empowered to explore ourselves and each other, thus recalibrating our entire Why for Being Alive. Anything good that could be, should be. It’s time to exit the shadows. We are not the minds of our predator. It’s time for over-the-top realness to wake the conscience of our nation. Polished, provocative ideas offered as necessary seduction. It's time to paint over the past, brighter this time. This is a call to unify the tribes. Love is the uniform of our revolution. It’s time to strain the anger from our story, time to drain the disappointment. We have collectively gone mad, frozen, swimming in icy hot liquid, selling our individuality off for fear’s sake — for the sake of fitting in and yet why don’t we feel like we fit any place? Why does everything feel eerily off? Because The Modern Machine has one function: churn humans out like window wipers in an assembly plant— We are not the devillish tricks we’ve been so casually convinced to erroneously carry out. We’re allowing existence to be controlled and manipulated and sold to us at every pass—We’ve submerged ourselves underground, we've gone subterraen, some call it hell —But of course we’re not buried, we’re planted, and it’s time to fucking bloom. The human race has collectively forgotten it’s WHY for Living. WHY has been replaced with NOUNS— let's just Buy & Bomb, & Biden our way out of it—but all the objects on the mantle will never save us, liberation is an inside job. This epidemic of mind, body, spirit slovenliness stems from a glaring lack of self-love & self-respect across the planet. Our various unique identities and intelligences are being stifled from the equation; most have forgotten they are even a person. We're briefly human, for the sweetness of it. We're not here to survive. We're here to explore. To connect with the natural world—to love, to witness, to create, to move, to grow. Creation is War's Kryptonite—so buy my creations, will you? And create some of your own! namaslay, Ricky Little Bird Lampshade Skitzy Sandcastle Purple Petals Mc-Gill-uh-cut-eee Herbert Dicklebop the Light Faerie, 2020.
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mangina
Luxuriating in this world of sense. Dripping. nimble little things, flitting across the page, Rising like yeast in Milan. a sacred treasury housed in a teacup— It's a trap but we're here for the ensnaring. The universe is waking up & our small little chunk of things is waking up too. slowly, slowly. unzip your spine and step out. surrender everything, and then a little more. mangina is a collaboration with the incomparable, over-the-top multi-modal artist arthurseverio.com
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POETcards
10 of the softest, most elegant, delicious POETcards / postcards you ever wanted to send or see or frame or eat, sweetie! There are 50 designs total, and we've packaged them in sets of 10 for your pleasure. Note: each photo shows two poetcards.
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now is a good time to bloom
we came to earth to transcend it, liberating love to an untouchable place—wordless, without objection, but we've got a long way to go because we're still smelling the bloom. sniff because there are flowers, but you can't become them unless you unzip your spine and step out. insanity is spending a lifetime attempting to pin the immortal process of infinity— lounge in the blossoming fruit of reality, but why become a noun on the shelf? thou art that/ incarnations of beyond, fallen human star matter. this is it. heaven, utopia, hell, what have you. don't like it? get a better view. views happen on the inside. we breathe in molecules of peace. we are not this planet we are riding on but we sure do affect the story. creation is war's kryptonite. we're not buried, we're planted—and it's time to bloom. 16 X 20 Acrylic
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of course a horse, why not?
give words to dreams & feet to action. do it for the unicorns, darling, the unicorns !
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tempo of chaos. two souls lost in an exquisite tango.
birds bring the morning — cooing for the god that isn’t there. we're just crazy about life. so many slants and jagged little edges. so many unicorns to scratch up against. why not? flitters are shamanic buddhas with glitter. blurred little lines of queer little fantasy, trolls and nymphs and mother gaia—get away from gloomy, you are too precious to be sad, get what you came for.
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New Book: Drag Queen in the White House
imagine waking mañana and a drag queen is president. what would america look like with wild injections of colorful yes? drag queen in the white house is a reimagining. a game. a queer piece of living theatre about what happens when we set fear down. why not? emancipated lands of yes, and await you —whole celestial realms outside the absurd world of no. drain the anger. strain the disappointment. if not now, when? if not us, who? this book is our love letter to the universe. gutter to the gods—bop around the schizopedia—socialist politics, drugs, god, addiction, depression, conscious liberation, restorative policy, fumbling poetry, coming of age, queer living, liberal democracy, ethics of perpetual empowerment, universal global commons, gambling, poker, patriarchy, bigotry, schizophrenia, mental health, post-commodified blueprints for utopia, travel journalism, stories, biography, community-meet-commodity economics; waking, woke, why? we lose to find.
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POETcards II
10 of the softest, most elegant, delicious POETcards / postcards you ever wanted to send or see or frame or eat, sweetie! There are 50 designs total, and we've packaged them in sets of 10 for your pleasure. Note: each photo shows two poetcards.
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nola porch
woke from a very long dream to realize there are no joneses' to keep up with
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POETcards III
10 of the softest, most elegant, delicious POETcards / postcards you ever wanted to send or see or frame or eat, sweetie! There are 50 designs total, and we've packaged them in sets of 10 for your pleasure. Note: each photo shows two poetcards.
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she is a vase of roses
pale incandescence, her brain is flowers & chaos. a happy-sad madness like jazz— "run your fingers through my mind. explore me, neck up." beauty is forever if you know how to look. and she knows how to look. where to look. her raw honey is a displaced aphrodisiac amidst a sea of refined synthetics. she is never land. a thin little crepe, like paris in spring.
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Unicorn Exploding, Bucking Her Jockey (original SOLD)
Imagine all organisms in the universe are dancing in our most perfectly humming vibrations together. Every bee buzzing to her highest potential, every flower given just the right amount of light, Every creature born into Yes. Hello! You Are! Welcome! We've made an unbelievable playground for you to enjoy your time here. It does not last forever so get all that you came for, now is the best time to begin!
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anima animus
WHY— are we? doing this? 36 x 48 original
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No Parking, No Tread
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POETcards IV
10 of the softest, most elegant, delicious POETcards / postcards you ever wanted to send or see or frame or eat, sweetie! There are 50 designs total, and we've packaged them in sets of 10 for your pleasure. Note: each photo shows two poetcards.
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merman emerges
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train hoppin charlie
The Old World is dying and a New Earth of mercilessly elegant Yes is taking up space. The God of tomorrow comes without a gender or color of skin. God isn’t a He, God is a We. God is all of it. And the universe is self-correcting through us. The stars are realigning through our belly buttons; recalibrating the perpetually-rerouting shenanigans of an increasingly more complex, unimaginably more beautiful universe of ceaselessly moving fractals and paths towards an infinite horizon we'll luckily never reach. » original acrylic on canvas — 16” x 20” (18.5” x 22.5” with frame) » custom frame painting upon request » prints available in three sizes
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storm
a single point of light collapses the dark 16 x 20 acrylic on canvas
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POETcards V
10 of the softest, most elegant, delicious POETcards / postcards you ever wanted to send or see or frame or eat, sweetie! There are 50 designs total, and we've packaged them in sets of 10 for your pleasure. Note: each photo shows two poetcards.
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mernicorn
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Holding Place Too Tired
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art must speak
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peak power
Is the universe intelligent? conscious of its own ceaseless synchronicity? is the entire network of infinity woke to itself? if earth life is any indication, then no. the universe is actively flicking the lights on itself. waking up. well, how lovely. how lovely is that? the universe is waking up and our small little chunk of things is waking up too. slowly, slowly.
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buddha whacks
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be
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MerMan
I had a dream last night that I rode in the tiniest little helicopter over the most beautiful beach I've ever seen, emerald-green waters, unicorns & a real-life mermaid... merman... "do whatever your heart desires and never, ever take the opinions of a two-legger seriously when it comes to following your dreams"...
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mother and her mushroom'd expanse
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glitter fysh
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One Bullet
the opposite of war is creation
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TRANSFORMING SPACE
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it's in the framing
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roark
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submerged explorations
my eye punts repair and joins absolutely
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fleurs aligned
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bzzz
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sweet shapes
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flamingos in a holocaust
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1000 colors
the queen emerges
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inside prince’s coffin there is only purple rain
thumping house music. dirty ass factory somewhere in detroit. everybody’s bumping and sweaty and swimming in the soup— magical mushrooms are a telescope, a microscope, our shot to connect with beyond—didn’t smoke weed until i was 27. since then, i've made up for lost time. 35 now and mostly sober. these are the notes from my hedonic voyaging. prince's coffin is a collaboration with the incomparable, over-the-top multi-modal artist arthurseverio.com
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B-KAWK
16 x 20 acrylic on canvas
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We, The Fabulous People
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wispy little teetering
it is christmas at a furry cat’s house. she’s being visited by a small boy on stilts. it is snowing blue easter bunnies rocket launching firecrackers from their navel. 16 x 20 acrylic on canvas
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Swimcap Oblivion
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nola pride
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fall was coming. leaves were turning. and i was dreaming almost nightly of salvador dali.
so i got really high, took an adderall, and painted for forty-eight hours straight. to honor the dreams and get sal out. one over-nighter a month, burning that midnight oil into a welcoming dawn, floating in the serene space between lucid and surrender, where dreams become signposts—is my church. there i am, full of uppers and downers, feeling sideways, putting on all these terrible spanish accents to impress salvador, seducing myself over cheap tempranillo. playing the girl parts, the boy part, a bull named dik. what am I saying? Become a coatrack to try it out! Rattle everything. shake the foundations until there is silence. jangle jounce the clacking drums! Until nothing remains as it was.
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dick lighthouse
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nyc pride
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graduating kaleidoscopes
cats on acid, baby. mouse.
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IGBOK!
i go back over kites
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A view from Infinity—i am / that (?)
i sit and watch. bugs, birds, my brain. Aligning with infinity, melding with beyond. Facing forever I am no more. Unfathomable. A ghost with human sensation. Reverberating vibrations. We plunge to resurrect. I am, no more. Journeying infinite on the wings of silence. just crazy about this life. so many slants and jagged little edges. Toothsome candied golden boy vegan honey, We Are Here — We Have Arrived!
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