16×20 Oil on Canvas

16×20 Oil on Canvas
25×15 Oil on canvas
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<Biden: Justice Must Come For Breonna Taylor, But ‘Violence Is Never Acceptable’…>
A HUFFPOST headline, followed by this.
<The Democratic presidential nominee spoke about a grand jury’s decision to not charge any officers in the killing of Breonna Taylor in a botched…>
Almost self-revealing, in its mendacity. The VIOLENCE of the STATE–the murder of Breonna Taylor– has been declared, by a Grand Jury, ACCEPTABLE… but, Biden warns us — effective resistance by the people will always be repressed, while the violence of the STATE in its wars of exploitation, is not only accepted, but *thank you for your service* — glorified!
This is what confirms me as an anarchist. The abolition of the state and the creating of a new order of radical equality and democracy, may be a far distant goal, but the work of building its foundation is the obligation of every present moment, and part of that work is demonstrating how– it’s not just Trump–but the STATE itself that is a monstrous lie, and the mother of all the lies that flow from the mouths of it’s leaders and servants.
10×11 Acrylic colored ink, Pen and Ink
17×22 Oil on canvas
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Rest in Power, David Graeber.
A dialog.
A: When a good person dies, they move to another plane to further their good among the living.
B: Ah… if only I could still believe in these beautiful dreams…
A: And why can’t you, now?
B: Because there is no “other plane.” There’s only here, and now, in this life.
A: But that’s where the other plane come into existence.
B: What do you mean?
A: A person carries their good with them, in their
actions and love while they are alive–and we look to them to help us believe and trust as they do–that’s what changes.
B: Please explain.
A: When they die–we no longer look outside ourselves to find what made them what they were–but what they were, lives now within all who knew them–and far beyond, in ever growing numbers of those who knew only of their good through others.
A. The other plane, then…
B. Yes… lies within us. Can you not feel it welling up within, out of the very mourning of their loss?
22×28 Mason County, Michigan, 1963. Oil on canvas panel.
I was 22.