BLOOD TEMPLE

From time to time the ancestors speak to me. I don't know who they belong to but they cloud and overwhelm my head. I find that white noise, audio and visual white noise helps me focus on one voice at a time...sometimes multiple ones with the same intent or story or just plan ol craziness.

I get inspirations for art and music in that white noise if I end up talking to a helpful ancestor. sometimes I get weak fearful ones that rub off on me.

This time I was playing around with brush stroke textures I made in Illustrator and tweaking it in

photoshop with some scribbles. then the ancestors started to tell me fucked up shit about empires and control and human nature. I started getting assaulted with imagery about the rise and fall of power. Absolute power corrupts absolutely. How we put our faith in false idols and believe in things like money and measurements of wealth through twisted social constructs that make you believe someone else has the power over you.

I saw shit I never learned in school and could never convey with my limited understanding of the spoken language. So I painted it.

I realize I could of used more dynamics in angle and detail. but I think simple is better...maybe its because I'm a simpleton.

lol, so yeah, the ancestors, they need to chill on sharing the fucked up shit with me...although

it helps with coming up with ideas to paint...ah, the friggen paradox...