Be it art or cooking, it can be weird.

Killer, pencil on paper, acrylic on canvas, 2022

Have your cream cake and eat it?

Killer, pencil on paper, acrylic on canvas, 2022

How is reality for you? Taking too many pills? Series of women and violence.

Sangria is for the tired legs running like ass was on fire.

Killer, acrylic on canvas, pencil on paper, 2022

Sketching a hunt

pencil and oil pastel on paper, 2019-2022

Sounds of Africa

You hear insects all the time everywhere. You are scared of insects. They are violent in their multitude. Their amount is unexpectable, unknown small horror that creeps. Their force is their poison and need to go under your skin. To eat you to consume you and move on to the next body.

Africa is scary. It is enormous and endless and dark. Endless in its blackness, noise, violence, liveliness and uniqueness but we like to see it as one block, because we must understand within our rational frame all, even the things which don’t fit the frame in any way. We need to force all into our frame to comprehend and control and use. All that we can’t control, what can we do with it?

Ethnic sounds, drums, stomping, whipping, singing. Animal sounds: roaring. Human sounds: shooting. Nature’s sounds: the wind, eruptions, the grass, the rain.

Cacophony distilled normal, a harmony, a naming. Making order, giving advice, giving comprehension and guidance, harmony like for a choir with a conductor. Do not make a mistake. You will be punished. Who are the people who punish? Who are the people who are punished?

Coffee cantata, tsinasil signifies the sounds of whipping of Jesus. Wondrous voices made with instruments invented. Giselle is losing her mind. Think that sound.

She looked like she had been treated like so badly all her life and that made her disturbed and disturbing./ Strange dream.

Killer, pencil on paper, acrylic on canvas, 2022

Slutness is a blame and label that has always been there, waiting to be revealed. She becomes a whore when you keep calling her that since little girl. You can beat the monster alive.

Strange dream

Strange dream
I have been trying to understand the concept living to the fullest (since I began to read women’s magazines.) First, I looked for paper dolls to cut out functioning with feeling of lack. I Had a dream in which I was in a place I had been in a dream before. It was remembering a dream in a dream. I wanted to find a paint that would paint a room in similar blue to simulate a deep ocean. Such paint was hugely expensive and demanded a lot of pigment. I visited a paint store that sold (the only one) that particular paint and wanted to see this valuable stuff, though I could not afford it. The store was also painted in blue. There was nothing else, but the paint mixer in the middle of that blue room, two saleswomen smiling and they asked if I wanted to buy something. I just came to ask for the price of the miraculous substance.

There was also a large garden, that I had only seen flying low over, garden with naturally round trees, lilac flowers. I was in awe. Plane made an oldish propeller sound. Strange visiting places in dreams where you have only visited before in dreams that only exist in dreams.

Hunt in Africa

DEDICATED TO THE ENDANGERED SPECIES, gouache on paper, pencil on paper, 2022

Killer: I will hurt you as bad as I can.

Killer (I will hurt you as bad as I can), pencil on paper, acrylic on canvas, 2022

Collective hating is an interesting phenomenon nowadays. Proportions are somewhat huge and long-lasting. People start hating whoever says the wrong thing. Someone who is an easy target and that tells of the attackers, it is a raging mob against one. They have heard about you, they have never spoken to you, never met you, they have heard about you. This is a system of mutual understanding where speaking against is a big crime. In China they already have social credit system that halts people from saying things and existing. Many clearly want to live in similar kind of system. It is a system of greed posing benevolent Power is intoxicating. Power of having more and more stuff and influence, power over others, what they can say, do, wear, whether they can work, study, move ahead and whatever. I think we are already in that system of credit where you can’t be a dissident without facing a heavy beating. Hurting others is a sport, not unfamiliar to humans at all. It is very human, so much so that many don’t like to look at that part in themselves and like to point the finger. Hurting is done also in the name of social justice by people who do not understand justice nor social. Antisocial behavior is rampant and to be social is not about having like-minded around blocking the unwanted out from all walks of life harassing, bullying and defaming. Nor it is to talk too much and all the time about oneself and one’s feelings. Decent social behavior gives room for other people and is about listening, taking into consideration, giving opportunities and room for others too be seen and heard. Social justice should understand many things which it doesn’t at the moment. This growing pain is hurting a lot of people unnecessarily, but yet again it is very human to hurt unnecessarily, willingly, intentionally and in aims to hurt and make vanish as much as possible. And don’t compare humans to animals, we are far more evil and malicious.

DON’T FORGET TO GIVE CREDIT WHERE IT IS DUE. BE SOCIAL.

Born to be wild and stuff. Lion, zebra and a couple of fat fucks.

acrylic on panel, pencil on paper, 2022

I was walking and a crow flew in front of me. It was as if carrying the sun.

Killer, acrylic on canvas, pencil on paper, 2022