ZERO-MAN: Maximalism Through Oil Painting. Chapter 11.


It has already begun. In a cut to Snap benefits. What a world it is to see something coming from decades. Only to waste my breath, panting like a dog. Everyone’s tone-death to the words coming out of my mouth. I said this was going to happen decades ago. And would be the beginning of the end. The cutting of welfare. It is the last structural Lego to be pulled from underneath this fiat currency foundation. It will all tumble. It will fall and never be put back together the same. I don’t think people realize this government system has intentionally done this. Everything is exactly the way it is supposed to be. This was paramount to the end. This dependency. It was calculated from the beginning to the end. What will happen next will be the gutting of every major city in America. They will eventually all look just like Detroit. I don’t know if you have ever seen Detroit firsthand. But if you have, you will know what this Country can do. What they can achieve. Complete and total destruction of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Every major city in America will be burning simultaneously. It will all be following the removal of the support by the government to the dependent people of urban areas. Nothing can stop what cannot be contained

. It is now the 18th day of March 2023. Low-Income Americans face a hunger cliff. As Snap benefits are cut – the headlines read.

A blank canvas or abstract art is the removal of the story. Absent of the vital information. It is only leaving you with intuitive perception, that natives used to have. Look up and feel the pressure. The wind and sky color changing to know the storm is coming. The only difference is that we have an un-informed ignorant population. Billions who could not tell a storm is coming even if you told them what to look for. They cannot read a weather report, could not prepare for the consequences, or care to try. Most would say they do not have the time. The people today are simply waiting for the fallout to occurs. It is that simple. They are entirely brain dead, having to be told what to think, what to eat, what to do. How to do it and with what frequency. We have bred a society of robots (users). Well, that is just perfect for these globalists who want all of you to stay sleepwalking and stroll right off this cliff. We are witnessing the results of that right now. Every news report is dripping with this excrement of decay. A broad stroke by an abstract artist. Sloppily executed – uninteresting, absent of any content regurgitated trash.

History is in an everlasting rotation of rinse and repeat. As refreshing as jumping into the waves of the ocean. To see how the motions repeat. Consistently hitting the beach, as the same stories repeat themselves throughout time. It is quite extraordinary how mind boggling it is to witness people’s astonishment at the results of repetitive actions of cause and effect. There is no greater story in history than war. How it goes about. Who is struck, defeated, and repeated time and time again. The majority, and group that is not winning the war, are the ones who do not know their history. The ones oblivious to their history are the ones following absent stories, abstract art, invisible viruses. You are all so mindless thinking you can sell your fake stories to a population of people who know their past. Who know the truth in history. Who represent representationalism. Real people, real art, real stories, with real results. People holding the value of life, opposite your destruction. You cannot kill off the people who have already targeted you for termination.

– Then said I, Lord, how long? And he answered, Until the cities be wasted without inhabitant, and the housed without man, and the land be utterly desolate,

– Book of Isaiah, Chapter 6


The paint exposes humility. A reason to decide exorcised is through seeing and listening. It is in the thickness, the thin wash, and the rhythm in flatness visible in a neutral statement inside this bourgeois home. Artists act in the removal of influence. Letting the brush strokes show small gestures. Tactile touch. Concrete and accomplished way of seeing as well as structured. Nuance to meaning – representing. Problem-solving. Opposed to letting go of all formats. Construction instead of deconstruction. Progress in development. How the work hits you – appears – brush strokes or not? Academic art is something you’ve seen before. That more than 95% of the World’s population can achieve, blindfolded, unintentionally. Previously highbrow – yet historically a rigmarole. Good art? Is shocking. Not unintentional, but with unintentional consequences. Horrifying accuracy and deliberateness. Precision – defiance of cultural rituals. Oblivious to fact-checkers or central planners. Rouge yet experienced. This is where I begin my journey. Where I sharpen my sword/brush, wit, and resolve. I will not shake from your plan, your attacks, your fear. I make my power over you. I will never surrender. Come with your best.

– Also, I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send, and who will go for us? Then said I, Here am I; send me.

– Book of Isaiah, Chapter 6

The solution to all societies’ problems is time—the one thing they will never allow you to have. Therefore you must take it. It is not robbing a bank. It is quitting your job. The job that does not nourish your soul. The one that does not help your situation or intentions. Though many don’t even know they are in a situation. We cannot help everyone. That is their plan.

I can only save myself and my adjacent loved ones, who are true believers—the ones who look you straight in the eyes and give respect where it is due. Sure, you can respect someone that makes money. But do you have the wisdom to honor that acknowledgment to someone who spends a lifetime learning what you could not – because you were distracted? If you cannot, then your fate is your own.

This got me thinking of the many conversations I’ve had with dozens of visitors to my gallery at the flea market. With the one important question, “What will we do to regain our freedoms and autonomy”? The solution is to carry your water and empty your waste. Plant your food and produce your products. Become part of a collective. What you cannot provide for yourself, what you do not know – others will provide for you, and vis-versa. You need daycare, a carpenter, a dentist, a healer, and elder care – all done. Now your time is free. Now you disregard all the false histories. Learn how it always repeats itself. That is #1. Then learn how to stop the bleeding of conflict by devoting yourself to something larger and bigger. You will always have to answer to someone – the key is to choose (wisely) who is the master you choose. Then and only then will you be free.


Is there a cohesion to the destruction of Man? Can you see the pattern? How it is done. If there were a simple path, my works would have a consistent theme, style, or direction. There is not. This consistency or rhythm or pattern does not exist in my representations. Because I am no robot. I don’t paint for money or fame. My existence is to filter the spirit of Man in all their shapes and forms onto a window or mirror featuring my calculations and interpretations. Cognizant that control and awareness are impediments to the channeling of spirits. My technology is in my tools. The ability to filter spirit onto the canvas involves a lack of control. This is the best way I can explain what you see here on these canvases.

The spirit of Man is done by hand. Not a computer, not a robot, or Ai. No technology can genuinely represent Man. Technology represents only technology. Rise of Ai, the total control, replacement, then destruction entirely of Man, and simultaneously Woman. Only computers will remain. Insane men who think they can control computers are those who think they may control spirit. They may not.

God and spirit are the polarities of Ai and control. When will man realize? To be one with God equals the total absence of control. The total removal of Ai is the only way to touch God and understand your spirit. Truly.

The world is changing before our eyes. Even though most don’t see it. Invisible evils fill your ears and eyes. Make believe has never been so bold. Fantasy is what many haters called my works. And yet here we are living in a fantasy bazaaro-world. Where dust masks protect you from a virus molecule. How scientific. Total antihalation of all brain function. All based on fear. Fear to walk, talk, smile, and let others see your face. We are now mostly zombies of their apocalypse. Pawns on their game board. Well, not me. I have never followed the tide. Sorry Charlie, tricks are for kids.

Everything is exactly the way it is supposed to be. To be or not to be. Global population control is their plan. Internment camps, open borders, legalized crime, pedophilia, rape, and mayhem are all allowed, as they kill billions worldwide. All the while receiving a check. Getting paid to rape and rob your family members. Lobotomizing populations by a jab.

“We but mirror the world. All the tendencies present in the outer world are to be found in the world of our body. If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his nature, so does the world’s attitude change toward him. This is the divine mystery supreme. A wonderful thing it is and the source of our happiness. We need not wait to see what others do.”  -Mahatma Gandhi.

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