What I see is love. The obligation of love. The obligations of relationships. I see that. I see my ex-girlfriend being obligated not to fuck the cute guy that is looking at her because of her status. I see my ex-girlfriend being
obligated to keep quiet. To not speak about what she wants, and her wants, because of her status. I see fucking obligation. I see the pain those fucking obligations have brought me. Fuck what im obligated to do. I want to
do what I WANT to do. What hurts, I dont see my want. MY WANT. My wants wouldn’t have taken me here. I see hers. I have no status. Im expected to have none. Im obligated to do what they say. I have to function under their rules. What I see is a crazed nonsense filled land. Exactly what it is here, but at the same time its the only place that makes sense to me. When this amplified emotional stress locks I close my eyes to get away from what is causing me this chest drilling pain and what I see is this land. This land of the eyes and Aztec designs, where these creatures seemed to be physically misplaced. And what they’re doing is smiling at me. Sometimes they look like a whirlpool, like what water might look like if you look at it from above as it swirls down the sink. I feel comforted by them though, a comforting of nonsense. When my mind goes blank from the pressher.

KazzualL ... 6/19/01

it is a methane planet where as man has changed his form to endure the new enviroment...alas his vast storage
of bottled women keep him from eating his own dick ,although he does constantly eat himself.he just thanx the source that his cock is left intact......christ burning! hehehehe

famine_avatar ... 6/19/01

To me, I see an addict's need for alcohol. All the eyes staring at it shows the need and almost lust for it. The sharp toothed creatures show the felt hunger for it. The character in the back growing off him from fish show's the concience telling him that he shouldn't have it; but he is overshadowed by the hunger. The fish coming out of the bottle shows the freedom he gets from the drink.

Ross ... 6/19/01

Looks to me like our governement.  the thingy comming out of the bottle looks
like an average person trying to escape the grips.

stephanie mobley ... 6/19/01

I see a view of the food chain in another world. Kind of a what you do onto others will be done on to you, kind of interpretation. Awesome work; you are truly talented in your own way, and invision things that make people think how disgusting! or how cool! That is art and what is should do to a viewer....

cschneider ... 6/19/01

I see aberration suppressing the potential of man.
I see an interpretation of possible physical changes in the evolution of man over millenia.
I see the possibility of what different alien life might look like on other worlds.

Gregory Maus ... 6/20/01

probably an alcoholic... someone whose world consists of only himself and booze. [almost all the faces seem to be looking at the bottle] but this craving leads him to decline in health and mind [the chopped off head from the bottle] and causes him to conflict within himself

vik q ... 6/20/01

I see alot of people submiting convoluted entries trying to sound more intelligent then they are-----------Just be yourself, thats all this guy is asking ----------- As for the painting It reminds me of when I was badly burned as a child. I was 8-years old 20-some odd years ago when my family decided to take a trip to Yellowstone National Park. The very first attraction we stoped at was Old Faithful. I had never seen anything so cool in all my life! After the gyser went off, my parents and I went to the near by resturant/giftshop to get a bite to eat and spend hard eraned cash on useless trinkets. Of course when I had been at the gyser before I had heard the tour guide explaine that it was called old faithful because it "faithfully" went off every hour on the hour. So when my parents were busy chomping down thier $4.00 hamburgers (I'm sure its at least double that there for a fucking hamburger now) I excused myself to go to the restroom, snuk out the front door and made my way back to the gyser. I was just a kid and didn't understand the concept the the gyser was boiling hot. To me it looked liked the biggest sprinkler system to run threw that I had ever seen. So anywoo I snuk around the other side of the sitting tour group and when the fucker let loose I made a dash for it........I plowed chest first into the boiling hot water and was instantly knocked back ruffly 20 feet flat on my ass with huge festering blisters on my chest, neck and stomache. I had to spend serveral weeks in the burn unit of the hospital. They gave me a constant dose of painkillers and opiates amoung other shit to keep the sering pain down. I can still remember halliusionating from all the drugs and seeing those huge blisters on my chest comeing to life and trying to bite me. Most people described the focus of your painting being the bottle, but I see the focus as the chest of the monster and all those painfull blisters biteing at me again. I mean I never have been a drunk, so maybe I just cant relate......but those chest blisters sure do look uncany to the ones that haunted me daily as a child in a scary forgien place......

Crazy ... 6/21/01

El acólito del sirviente obedeciendo ordenes transmitidas en cadena. El individuo debe sacrificarse por medio de la automutilación para alcanzar el libre albedrío. Controlados por los que acechan ocultos, protegidos en sus búnkers tras sus mascaras anti gas.
 Sin embargo, el fin último de todos, es ser devorados por las desencajadas mandíbulas de la serpiente, que lenta e inexorablemente acabará con ese ser que cree controlarlo todo, dejando la quietud de las estrellas sobre los sinuosos árboles deprimidos.

raul ... 6/22/01

I see donuts ... I also see dead people, but that has nothing to do with
donuts. I think about donuts and I think about how dead people, aliens and I
all enjoy a nice donut from time to time.... and tea, don't forget the tea. I
have milk for my tea, I'm ok. Regardless of whether or not it's one percent
or fat free, you can enjoy a nice hot cup of tea with it. The question is
whether or not you can get donuts with that tea. Lovely, airy donuts
constitute a kind of Zen in life. Not that donuts are an adequate consolation
for any of life's problems, symbolic or not, but donuts are groovy enough in
respect to themselves. Sure, donuts often conflict with cholesterol, sugar
levels and other dietary concerns, but donuts do not have issues with their
job, at least none which they collectively or individually express. Donuts do
not have issues with other nations. Donuts do not even have issues with other
donuts... regardless of whether they are jelly-filled or not. Donuts do not
have issues of integrity in the art world. Donuts are the kind of evolved
bread where man has taken dough to flavor it, color it, fill it with jelly,
and decorate it for a fleeting moment of pleasure. Aliens like donuts. It's
scientific fact... but they're coming to eat all our donuts... those bastards!

nichole ... 6/22/01

I see the sickening behemoth of greed gripping the soul of man. The monster is composed of countless creatures devouring one another, as the vice tends to consume all it encounters. Strengthened by its sheer numbers, greed clutches the essence of humanity in its claw, for our society is plagued by want and jealousy. It is covered in spikes, illustrating the immense damage is it capable of. The tail-end is composed of some sort of fish, surprisingly throwing up those it had preyed upon, with each successive head unwillingly releasing what it caught, ending in a face of warning. The face is the last thing to be regurgitated, and was therefore the first to be eaten, possibly the root of the evil that is this gluttonous greed. It may be warning the soul in the bottle of how to escape, but the decapitated spirit escaping suggests that perhaps change is too late. A serpent lies in the corner, perhaps trying to consume that which is greed, or fighting not to be consumed; it is obscured by the arm and I'm not quite sure :)

Alfred Montbank ... 6/23/01

I believe this painting has to do with the futile search to understand
one's identity in an incongruent and unaccepting world. The surroundings
suggest both an underwater and alien environment. The fish, snake,
alien-bird, and central beast are all different facets of life related
to each other. The fact that the only idenifiable human figure is
bottled up suggests that people, or the artist, are/is held captive by
these world forces that are beyond control. The person does not fit in.
All the other sinewy and grotesque creatures are connected by
furtherings of their appendages, or by springing out other life-forms.
Man is the only thing alone.
The ghost-like spritit that rises from the bottle relates self-
mutilation in an attempt to fit in at a primitve level. This need is not
satiated, as is apparent with the decapitated fish head. This is the
body part that could have gained with normalcy, but it is severed. As
well, the neck is a phallic symbol, as man's primal urge to fit in is
obliterated as well. The alien-bird is thinking in a foreign language or
symbols, which says that the world is all connected if one can find a
way to fit in. But this painting ultimately shows that normalcy is hard
to find in such an extremely gross world.

Joey ... 6/23/01

I see agoraphobia.  I see a woman trapped in a home (bottle) which in order
to emerge she must disconnect her head from her body (or die).  Everything
else deals with fear-fear of being stared at, fear of aliens, fear of unknown
terrain--fear of being swallowed by the whole of it, as it swallows itself.

Deb ... 6/23/01

Being driven forward through time by inner forces so powerfully evil & self-destroying. Those around me who take of my emotions and time and feelings seem oblivious to how little of the product I have to give, spread out for so many. I must eat of myself to allow that they get theirs. The results are depression & self loathing, a prisoner numbed by alcoholic demons driving me to find oblivion from the sickening sweet flavor others expect to taste of me. The soul becomes the food of parasitic obligations, the cause of the darkness ever present within, fuel for others while we sacrifice our self.

Beth Leach ... 6/23/01

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