Homecoming

Oil on canvas

240 x 137cm

When the object of your desire is a fabrication. Real, but idealised by a longing, modified by external cultural forces.

You know, yeah, when you're driving alone on a long ride on the motorway/freeway/Autobahn and autopilot has taken over, you start to think what's the meaning of this? you get a Colin Wilson / Outsider moment....and you know deep, deep...DEEEEP down it is all meaningless...gods, culture and society are fiction, your identity is a fiction, an artifiicial construct, biological software installed on a random monkey brain then patched with cultural software designed to interpret quantum energy states of what you think is reality, essentially to make you survive and reproduce. The rest is distraction. Fuck the DNA molecule, and fuck Colin Wilson...I'm gonna get me a Krispey Kreme....

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