I see this newest addition to the Vomitus Maximus Museum to be very inspirational to me, especially my thoughts. As I look at the piece, I see the strange head in the upper right corner being in control of the one large being it is a part of. Although it is a part of the ignorant beast, I see it as a Godly representation; as it keeps its distance, it's still attached and looks over the creature, supervising its actions and controlling. The "thoughts" coming from the "Godly head" are very intense and emotional, but can never be truly understood because the thought is too deep for any one person to understand and interperate. As the eyes of the beast focus on the helpless soul trapped inside of the glass bottle, a part of it escapes into the alien surroundings and becomes a part of the beast itself, maybe through influence, force, fear, or worship. The helpless soul finds its place as it becomes a part of the beast. The intense eyes of the "Godly head" stare deeply into the newest addition to the creature. All emotions come to life, balance is broken, and the existence of the lonely creature goes on.

Justin P ... 6/17/01

I see craving.
The being in the center of the picture craves for the bottle contents.
Alcohol is what is inside the bottle. Self destructive alcoholic vapors pour
out the opening. But none of the four eyes of the being notice it. They just
crave for the bottle as every single part of his excited body that want to
be replenished with the pleasure. An intelligent small part of himself
(coming out of his ass?) impassively watch the situation but there is
nothing it can do. Trembling with anticipation the being don’t notice that
the bottle already contains his soul.

I would call it Delirium Tremens.

flávio nigro ... 6/18/01

An asocial, aggressive, extremely impulsive sociopath.. narcissistic due to his inability to form affectionate relationships with others. He has adapted a thick outter shell to make himself less prone to anxiety and fear as a result of being unable to handle frustration and negative reinforcements effectively. He is briefly consoled when he inflicts mental and emotional pain on others.

David ... 6/18/01

Immediately, i was drawn to the figure in the bottle and at once assumed he must represent you. I wanted to dismiss this as I thought i was probably seeing what it would mean to me if I'd painted it. But i couldn't.. the lost man trapped and controlled by the chaos, in my opinion represents you. The rest of the creatures/madness in the piece could represent any antagonistic aspect of your life. What I saw them representing though was society itself.. the eyes all focused on you and the pleasure they seem to take at your fear. The way it's eating itself and growing out of it's own sick sores. The alien type figure with the indecipherable language balloon i see as your feeling that everyone speaks a language you can't understand.. their words are foreign or more to the point, lack meaning. The last thing that caught my eye was the figure that's ascending from where you're trapped. That i had to study for a minute, then it clearly seemed to represent your defense against the madness.. your art, your words, your thoughts. the detached head showing that you choose to view things detached from the world..even detached from yourself.. to see them more clearly and without the limitations. I liked that the hand holding the knife still had the skin attached. Because to me the knife represented your fear manifesting into anger or rather a statement that you will defend yourself when you feel threatened.. and the skin still being present there showing that part's not willing to expose itself openly.. you expose yourself to people when you feel some desire to be understood.. anger/violence needs no understanding.. it simply is...

daniel lynch ... 6/18/01 ... http://www.projectuti.com/

I see parasites everywhere.
The dickfish with the testicular breasts and a severe case of varicose veins (No, wait. On closer inspection it appears its epidermal layer had been removed) is kindly removing its head to make the meal more palatable. It obviously is not left-handed when it comes to self-filleting.
The brain, though having the foresight to wear gas mask for its incredible journey, is thinking in a language either not yet discovered or long ago abandoned. Or maybe the language was rendered incomprehensible during its presumable trip through the guts of the thing. Now I think I know what's worse than having a mind in the gutter.
The telescopic arm reminds me of the three layers of consciousness: The superego, ego, and id, with the latter getting its hand on the bottle of the pickled soul, who, I hope, manages to escape.
The four-eyed head that has three on the bottle and one on the viewer reminds me mostly of a heart. The earlier stage of the progression looks more like one, with its asymmetry and ventricles.
The beast's back reminds me of the landscape of an ocean floor that sprouts some kind of strange coral of snow-frosted Christmas trees.
The beast has many teeth and I'll bet it finds it hard to brush thoroughly those ones way at the back. I recommend they be extracted.

slimjim ... 6/18/01

The savage combat of nature forms an amorphous monster, writhing in anarchic flux. No central awareness or law exists, only blind, hideous aggression. Sexuality is represented as an inflamed rash of penises, growing like angular, segmented mushrooms in overlooked corners. A chain of predation forms an arm, holding the weak figure of humanity that would usurp its system. Trapped in the only artificial object in an organic canvas, a bottle of his own creation ˆ postmodern, industrial hell (a prison which, despite all its numbness and sterility to the one within, is absurdly small and impotent compared to the snarling, obscene world outside) ˆ man is the only being to understand the situation rather than to grin in idiotic, sadistic glee at his own loathsomeness. He screams dully and without hope, and the only spirit small or insubstantial enough to escape his self-created prison is his ethereal libido. Embodying breasts, penis and muscles in one Dali-esque „trompe d‚oeil‰, it has severed its own head with a living glove. Flaccid, dismembered, and reeking of fish, it bites the hand that jacks it off. Its only interest comes from the other end of its world, as it stares blankly at a malevolently intelligent being vomited up by gulping mouths from the anus of the natural world. Wearing a gas mask to express a shared awareness of and disgust with the natural order, Satan whispers glowing black knowledge on the wind.
In short: to escape the dumb brutality of the beast, man traps himself in a civilisation that dulls his finer feelings. The only part of him that still functions is a sexless sexuality, violent and impotent, which sees relief in the conscious choice to do evil.

Not Interested ... 6/18/01

My first impression is that it's really flat. It looks like a stone relief of a snot-monster-with-zits-with-heads, not a three-dimensional snot-monster-with-zits-with-heads. Then I remember that all your stuff has always been really flat (even when, in your early days, you actually drew things other than loose-skinned slime-faces). Which, I suppose, is part of the message: you're not drawing real things, but things you see in your tortured mind, mental icons without depth or substance. And, as you said to TSI, the world you see is flat and lifeless, or whatever the quote was.
You seem to rage ahead when drawing and produce a wobbly, asymmetrical cartoon outline, whatever your hand feels like carving today, never doing a rough draft or even thinking about it, and then spend countless hours producing an ersatz replica of corel draw's blend feature by meticulously shading in the teeth of your face-having-pustule demons or whatever today's image is, to make the slop palatable.
It's got that starry-night motif you've been stuck on since Jackoff In The Box or possibly before. Kind of nice, but the figures block it too much, and the stars aren't gradated. They're just spattered around the edges looking like a film negative of a fairly new car's mud flaps. I'd kind of like to see you do a landscape with that theme, but of course you don't do requests, and I respect that.

fdsa fdsa ... 6/18/01

your painting is gurgling bile, like a lactose intolerant who has just injested a quart of ben and jerrys. it is constantly defecating the toxic intestinal debree of a wasted gut. the creatures are turning themselves inside out with paranoia and self loathing. the center demon has grown spikes all thru himself by masturbating too much, his skin is raw and warty, he and all the other sick little diareea squirted out villians in the picture are reduced to speaking incoherent lies, giggling riddles influenced by brain stunting chemicals and a life in the darkness and constant headaches. i enjoyed it immensely!

Tim Hofmann ... 6/18/01

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