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“the opposite of war is creation”
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The Artist is Present
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. 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. Dreams are my addiction, I confess— Creating is how pulsing energy channels itself through my person; & I've been hiding out in our various magic underground bunkers as over 200 original paintings have made their way out of the relationship between my person, some paint, and the brush. & This is the Official Coming Out Digital Soiree & inaugural address to the good people, darlings... lines and colors and intentions accompanied by harems and buckets and cloudfuls of words... The ego, sweetie... mama is addicted to words and other things—bathe in these syllables for they are my flesh, but 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! _______ 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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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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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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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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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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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
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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UMM SLEEP WAKE FIX
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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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she's at the gates
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snapping the bands
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green pluto
8 x 10
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