1 of 1 Finger Painting on Wood
48” x 48”
Acrylic Paint, Oil Pastels
(2025)
*PLEASE CONTACT ME BEFORE PURCHASING*
*Certificate of Authentication is Provided*
Read Me ↯
Oh, I feel the “littest”, I’m smokin’ from somethin’ fridged. I wake from the ashes, toxic vices and masked bashes. I’m nuked to the center as I stayed fried all winter. Chosen I shall be, in the flames of he. Reflecting a country who profits off greed. Eyes wide on the prize, I’m hungry can’t you see? I got three on my face, I see it all because I’m free. Free from the blind. Free from mankind. While I’m stuck in heaven, my space, there’s no time. I love it, do you get it? It’s all by design. We’ve let the demons control and govern our minds. That’s the “government” if you actually read in between the lines. Etymology, social sorcery, controlled by both sides. That’s spell-work and these spells work because I’m connected to the divine. I’ve been watching a bird pretend how to fly. Two wings of an Eagle gliding to hide. Feathers of secrets, buried in lies. I’m nuclear energized! The first of his kind. My angels are here for the kingdom to rise. New Earth, new heart. Formed by the sings, of my triumphant cries!
1 of 1 Finger Painting on Wood
48” x 48”
Acrylic Paint, Oil Pastels
(2025)
*PLEASE CONTACT ME BEFORE PURCHASING*
*Certificate of Authentication is Provided*
Read Me ↯
Oh, I feel the “littest”, I’m smokin’ from somethin’ fridged. I wake from the ashes, toxic vices and masked bashes. I’m nuked to the center as I stayed fried all winter. Chosen I shall be, in the flames of he. Reflecting a country who profits off greed. Eyes wide on the prize, I’m hungry can’t you see? I got three on my face, I see it all because I’m free. Free from the blind. Free from mankind. While I’m stuck in heaven, my space, there’s no time. I love it, do you get it? It’s all by design. We’ve let the demons control and govern our minds. That’s the “government” if you actually read in between the lines. Etymology, social sorcery, controlled by both sides. That’s spell-work and these spells work because I’m connected to the divine. I’ve been watching a bird pretend how to fly. Two wings of an Eagle gliding to hide. Feathers of secrets, buried in lies. I’m nuclear energized! The first of his kind. My angels are here for the kingdom to rise. New Earth, new heart. Formed by the sings, of my triumphant cries!