I hate Death and all his friends....
I have mixed feelings about these illustrations because I’m not a cartoonist and am not striving to be a snarky illustrator for the New York Times.
(Long exhale) Look…. I kind of hate this post.
But I posted it on Instagram and many many many people expressed gratitude for putting it out there. So maybe it’s worth posting here, because maybe you need someone to express the absurdity of war that you feel too. But I have mixed feelings about these illustrations because I’m not a cartoonist and am not striving to be a snarky illustrator for the New York Times.
I’m not trying to be flippant or distracting. I saw too many pics of dead kids and videos of dismembered victims in the Palestinian / Israeli conflict not say anything. But I have no comment on politics…
I just hate that death is winning over everything.
Monday afternoon I got an intense download… meaning images just starting springing forth in my minds eye. I didn’t like them at first, but I spent a good part of Tuesday drawing them out just to release the haunting. Sometimes I think that’s my ask… to release the haunting… meaning whatever wants to come through is given the space to come through whether I like it or not. The most overwhelming narrative was how much I hate Evil taking joy in the conflict happening currently between Israel and the Palestinians.
I don't live anywhere close to the conflict…. it’s literally on the otherside of the world. But I hate that there are leaders making decision that are killing innocent civilians. I’ve seen so many horrors… videos and images that haunt me… horrors horrors horrors….
I can’t believe what we’re doing to each other.
Art making has always been a form of therapy for me… the act of trying to heal through creative process. These sketches are in a way some attempt to deal with the tragic absurdity of war… to push back the “good side” propaganda and state that Evil and Death aren’t fooled by false righteousness and altruistic reasoning. They just enjoy the conflict.
Will we ever evolve from bloodshed?
Are we doomed to repeat destruction over and over again?
Will we ever see the Divine in the other?
Is Peace impossible?
I hate Death and all his friends.