I’ve been having strange dreams as of late. The political situation of the world is messy and hard and confusing. There is threat of nuclear war, major hurricanes are heading towards Florida, where I used to live. White supremacists rise from the shadows and cry out to rally. And the summer has fled, and with it, comes the cool of winter, and the slow process of Samhain, the day of the dead. Once again, as winter sets in I wonder, where is humanity heading? So I focus on communicating with the ghosts, asking for them to show me the way…show me what I can do to change the course of where we are heading.
I think of myself as a medium- I can dream of ghosts. Walking through the vail of life and death, there are ancestors that guide the way. This painting was part of a show that focused on being a medium, what is was like. In my opinion, the world of the dead is vague and mysterious, it’s like swimming through murky waters. The subject of the painting looks at her hand, which is done in detail, while the rest is mysterious.
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