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i don't know how to characterize my current historical moment. the narrative mode seems inapt, so i've tried thinking about painting as a metaphor. what comes to mind is colorless and grey and a sputtering lifelessness. but somehow that feels not horrific enough.
The colors. The purple of entrails, the brown of rotten meat, the crimson of fresh blood, the yellow of fat - these colors, and more that cannot be described, cover every inch of the room in maddening array. The colors say all that needs to be said about the painter's hatred, malice, and insanity.