Altars are important to many cultures… decorate your place of peace, and space accordingly.
We are made of all things in nature, beautiful and grotesque.
In chibcha or mhuysca a supquaquyn is a “night moth” . A night moth goes into the dark and sees what no others do, and takes from others what most refuse. We absorb darkness in darkness and bring lightness.
insert thing that makes you wanna fill out the end of life form here
La Llorona se reencuentra con su cuba.
La vida en El uncanny valley.
AI gives me the gitters. From art, to writing, to photos, Artificial Intelliegence is taking over every facet of our lives. It was supposed to be an assist… and now it's just seemingly out of our control. C’mon people… this…is… *shudders*
This was a friend of mine who I shared a myriad of interests with, one of them being horror movies. When he learned I loved making morbid anatomy art, he agreed that he’s like to see himself as that himself. My art is showing the parts of yourself that most find most appealing, and we dissect them. In this art piece I’ve removed his eyes, and a part of his lip.
Self portraits of myself I drew about a decade or so ago… some things have changed… some things have not…
Some old sketches I did between 2011-2017.
I find the loveliest things in a cesspool… lol. A pipe had burst in our apt complex in the AM, and all the waste had flooded out of the front door—- yep— that was the morning we had experienced. it smelled like awful death, looked the music video set of GWAR, and well, it was the nightmare of every landlord and person living in or around the area.
Despite the insane amount of fixing and cleaning, no one is stepping foot into their apartments with their shoes on. The mere idea that our outsides have somehow made it back into the insides of our home via our shoes or our pets is a whole different sort of body horror we can’t describe. We’re even wiping the soles of our shoes! Jaja.
No amount of bleach and disinfectant, or holy Fabuloso will take away the morning imagery and aroma of poop-ery…
Not even this photo I took.
Neighbor: “What the fuck are you doing, Evy?”
Me: “I’m trying to take this photo, the contrast is so—”
Neighbor:“You do remember there was shit all over this place this morning, now your hands are all over that shit”
my face as the realization sets in
So as I’m writing this, I am pretty sure I have typphoid, but the point is, there is some beauty amongst all this shit, and that’s something, huh? HUHHH?
(kidding, I totally washed my, hands.)
This one goes out to all the European Americans who prayed over indigenous burial grounds for protection from harm from Mother Nature…
This for all the apologies coming straight outta pocket lately…
As 1995 Gwen Stefani once said…It’s all your fault we screen our phone calls.
Don’t be surprised when we lsten but don’t respond.
TW: War, Death.
*
On December 23rd, Khaled would’ve been my brothers age, and I say that with heavy pit between my stomach and my chest. My brother basically raised me and it’s unfathomable for me to lose him in such a way. HIs light just snuffed out.
*
For anyone who has been watching the turmoil that our world has been in for years, what has been going on in Palestine has been no secret, we are pretty well aware the event’s go beyond Oct.7th, that this is a decades long war, but that, hey, it is no secret now, and people continue turning a blind eye to these atrocities is just…
*
There are no words. Just screamig. What are we doing as a species? What are we doing…
*
To those that do actually do something, I hold you, as you hold me, I know this is difficult to watch, and feel, it’s exhausting. Some of us have had family, generations, that grew up…grow up, live in genocides, in their own atrocities, have seen, and said “not again’.
We came to make sure we would fight to make sure histories would not repeat, the best way we could. So let’s make sure we do the best to uphold the teachings of our loved ones, of our ancestors.
*
Khaled was a gardener who loved his family above himself. His daughter said, that he was the bond that kept his family together, and when her children died, he was the one that kept her going for her other children.
When the air strike killed his 2 grand children on November 29th 2024, he cradled his granddaughter in his arms and whispered ‘ruh-al-ruh’ which means, soul of my soul.
These words touched so many and later became a t-shirt that brand Wear The Peace, would place on a shirt. This shirt would make its way to Khaled, and he would wear it proudly.
Khaled became a symbol of resilence and defiance in Gaza. He was seen helping those in need in Gaza and even feeding stray cats.
He was helping not only his family who was struggling, but all those who struggled as well. We were seeing him help others as he struggled with grief, loss, and war. He was light in darkness.
And just like so many that we have seen, taken away before their time, unfairly, unjustly, unkindly, by this ever cruel disgusting war…
Khaled’s light was snuffed on December 16th 2024, following an Israeli bomb strike.
He was wearing the t-shirt that said ‘soul of my soul’ across the chest.
On December 23rd, he would’ve been my brother’s age…
Now Khaled is much like his name, immortal, part of all star stuff, in peace, in beauty, in infinite wisdom and glory.
ruh-al-ruh.
Ipqua for all the gifts you have given us in this life, Khaled.
Rest Peacefully.
(Images/ info courtesy of Al Jazeera and Wear The Peace. Art Work by me.)
