The visionary world of Nicholas Beckett
….in my nest of hair.
….but people are almost compelled to do the opposite of what you ask.
So when I say I want to be left alone, I don’t need anyone coming up and asking if I want to be left alone.
…..and wetter. Like my mood.
…… somewhere.
Where there is smoke, there is fire in the belly.
The first part is me painting in real time because I forgot to do time lapse. Then the second half I kick in.
Watch me make garbage before your eyes.
….refurbished. I was going to use these in the Masks zine I made last year, but they were getting too complex for what I wanted for the zine. But I didn’t want to leave them unfinished. Now done, I’m off to finish some other neglected crap of mine.
You can buy the zine with the following link.
https://www.etsy.com/au/listing/1042501734/mask-stay-safe-look-great-full-colour
I keep getting drawn in to drawing those baby eaters.
I’d rather them, that the politicians we have. I include those billionaires posing as ordinary folk.
……little fox.
………left alone and happy.
They just can’t help themselves. All this pain is all just about feeding the ego’s of cretins. They’re never happy unless you pay them the attention they do not deserve. They suck and crush the life out of all that is good.
…………at the expense of mine.
When people say that I just need to accept that I will get Omicron, it is on the basis that I want things to go back to “normal,” that I was somehow a willing participant in the world as it was. For the record, I never was a willing participant. The world rewards behaviours that I find abominable, and the time out that from that world, that the willing participants are so disparaging of, make me even more determined to never be part of their world. This isn’t in any way a violent rebellion. It’s just an unacceptance of the world ruled by Morons.
Saint Beckett 