I decided to dig out the mixed media art mindset I used to have. At times when there were no words, I would make art speak for me. Been a loooooong time as words tend to come easy for me. Yet the hours spent in searching, cutting, gluing and mixing textures and pictures to articulate reality is actually rather relaxing.
I recommend everyone explores ways to express their original feelings derived from their own opinions in ways that release you from reality.
Only if for a little while.
I call this piece, Living Beneath the Gates.
For me it displays how I feel we, the majority and working class fuel the financial engines of the elitists – at a high, sometimes unseen cost.
We are the ones outside of their fences and golden gates, thrust into a wild simulation of tests including oppression, drugs, violence, taxes, fees, 40+ hr work weeks to get by and exposure to all chemicals, vaccines and illness. Their shit runs downhill and we take it, oddly dreaming of becoming them and living their high life.
hahahahahhahaba. The irony of it all.
As we watch our popular dream of picket fences, faith, family and freedom break apart.
Lets not allow them to take what’s left from us. We only have one life and I don’t care for it to be like theirs.
They are so scared of falling beneath the Gates into our world that they’ll lie and convince us we are broken. We are not.
