I see the joy of a beast who has opened up the bottle of hell and released evil onto the world making us human agian. I like the use of the faces and the natural "beauty" of the earth in the background.

Samantha ... 6/25/01

Sorrow_Drown
Drink like a fish,
Cut off your head,
In the bottle your trapped,
Gripped by the dread.
Bite the arm that feeds you,
Spike the monkey from your back.
The tail stares through a gas mask
Whispering words.....of the courage you lack.
Blinkless eyes,
Promising lies,
Bottomless ears taking pleasure,
in your insincere cries.
poor you...poor you
pour you another drink......drown the sorrow.

Zakas ... 6/26/01

i see humanity, and this sick whore called society, having to look itself in the eye and seeing the white underbelly.....the rotting core of the REAL worid......sick....depraved....uncaring...scared to see....WELL LOOK BITCH...HOW YA LIKE ME NOW?......

Tony Tripp

This work makes me think of someone who's consuming themselves, unaware of
the possible repercussions. Only completely focused, all eyes on the prospect
of a climax with no other thoughts in mind. There is, perhaps, a doubt. A
second "head" thinking other thoughts...consuming other things. But the
entire SELF points inward, toward the pleasure in hand. And even those parts
of the self thinking other thoughts are being distracted by the all-consuming
attempt at release. The body and mind is obligated to focus on said
distraction...even if it means destruction. But in this case, I don't think
it does. I don't see distruction, only lust and loss. Release.
There's a female part, maybe (the fish) attempting to remove thoughts of the
necessity. The female's obligation to resist. But the rest of the being
waits, open mouthed, drooling, for release. For an opening up, a throwing
back of all the heads.
The snake, waiting to swallow the climax, seems to indicate that the climax
is vile. But I get a sense that the climax itself is not the issue. The real
drive here...the true intensity and potential for destruction...lies in the
WANT for release, not the release itself. It's the obligation, the obsession,
that's causing focus to be drawn. Once it's reached, it simply slides down
the snake's neck and is renewed.

-L ... 6/29/01

i see a being...trying to survive this hell on earth and keeping his/hers
vices in moderation and doing the best he/she cannot to let all of the dark
secrets out that lie in all of us!

Robert Budrow ... 6/29/01

in this painting i see frustration, anger and confusion. The person in the bottle is feeling all these emotions, he has no control over the environment around him. the confusion is expressed by the fact that the being on the far right is speaking in some other language.

wes pascuzzio ... 6/29/01

Fashion is important to you. You don't like some things about
yourself(don't we all)-but you really hate yourself sometimes.I
see that you don't respect very many women...and that you feel
most women are prdictable...you watch porn....you have fiddled
with drugs....you are an artist(duh)... but I wrote that because I
am an artist I feel most people can paint things that look like
they're sitting right in fron.........................my point is
....you have a dark mind and you are very frustrated with things.

Steven & Christine ... 6/29/01

I see half a fish and a bunch of weird shit. The horny protuberances on the...well, whatever it is, kind of remind me of a Hickory Horned Devil (I am an entomologist so I figger it makes sense). I think you've inspired me to go fishing. I think the bottle is a subliminal message, telling me to take a half rack of bud with me when I go fishing. You're trippin'.

JT ... 6/30/01

What i see, is a statement about how we (people) are attracted to things that are dangerous. To be specific substances such as drugs and alchohol. The bottle is very symbolic of those substances with the figure trapped inside and the self mutilating figure emerging from the bottle. The main figure is hopelessly attracted to it reguardless weather he is or isnt aware of the threat, and i have to assume he is. The rear figure/head wearing the gas mask is what tells me we are talking about more than simply alchohol here but trying to make a broader statement or comparrison. Perhaps it represnts the voice in the back of our minds that tells us we shouldnt, ya know the one we ignore.

Clint Smith ... 7/1/01

I THINK THS IS THE 'MONSTER' THAT LIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE SEA THAT WE ARE SUBCONSIOUSLY SCARED OF. I HATE THE SEA, AND I'M ALWAYS SCARED TO TOUCH THE GROUND, MAYBE IT IS SOMETHING LIKE THIS THAT I AM SCARED OF, THAT ALOT OF PEOPLE ARE SCARED OF. IT 'SPROUTS' SMALLER DEAMONS FROM IT'S BODY THAT FLOAT UPWARDS TO THE SURFACE OF THE SEA THAT TAKE AWAY UNSUSPECTING PEOPLE BACK TO THE DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN WHERE THEY REMAIN,(THE PERSON IN THE BOTTLE) AND SLOWLY TURN INTO 'SEA-MONSTERS' WHEN THEY ARE CONSUMED BY THE LARGEST ONE(THE SMALLER MOSTERS THAT ARE COMING FROM THE BIGGEST MONSTER,OUT OF MOUTHS). AND THIS RECYCLING PROCESS WILL CONTINUE UNTIL THE MONSTER IS SO BIG THAT IT WILL DESTROY THE WORLD AND BRING ABOUT THE ARMAGEDDON!!

GEMMA ... 7/1/01

SELF INDUCED, DEATH IN A BOTTLE, ADICTION, ONE MORE GULP IS NEEDED PAIN OF SOBERNESS, THIS IS WHAT BECOMES .

dano ... 7/2/01

I see my granny without her nighty on. She has big
lumpy things all over her like that too........her
twat los like a shredded catchers mit that was left
out for to long in the rain and it smells like burnt
wires and dead fish. I wouldnt wish smelling my
grannies meat drapes on my worst enemy, but I have to
change her fucking colostomy bag every 24 hours and or
when its full. I cant avoid getting my nose right up
in it when I'm emptying her shit sack. Come to think
of it that kind of makes me horny.......I have a a big
purple boner now!

Zafian Grey ... 7/2/01

I see me. I see myself in most things I incounter. Some would think
that is the psycological profile of a vain or self-absorbed person,
in in reality it's just my way of keeping myself in prespective. The
ogar in the painting is what I would look like if you could view me
past my physical exterior. I have alot of vice's, bageage and or
personal demons. Without my skin you can see all the little grotesque
creatures crawling around inside me. Each is a differnt memory or
emotion that I've experianced in my life. Not all of them are
neccicarily bad or evil, but they do all look ugly to other people
and sometimes me. The biggest creature that is floating over my head
is fish with breasts. This is the memory/pain of my wife who killed
herself 3 years ago. She was manic depressive and haveing delussions
of giveing birth to a demonic creture at the time. She lost it
completely one day and broke out a stained glass window i our home
and slahed her throat while I was at work. It's kind of uncany that
the fish creture has large breasts and cut its head off. She was
howevr pregnate at the time I found out from the coranor. I was so
tramatized from the wole ordeal that I thought for a long time tht
maybe she did have some kind a of demon seed in her. Maybe thts why I
allways see demons crawling in my skin in the mirror.

Come to think of it why the fuck Im I telling you any of this?

Rageing Alcoholic ... 7/3/01

what i see in this painting is vast dark acid trip. there is woman in there that are telling saying that she are going to cut her neck over beccause you have woke her up from hersleep there are ants in the painting talking from a fish tank as the many cats claw at the main charactor in the painting the cats want to stop him/her from waking up the woman they are really mad because they were at rest aswell
and the man in the bottle is the main person in the painting trying to get out of his/her acid trip cause it can't take it but yet it still loves the feeling of it all and wants to remain theis way

pat ... 7/4/01

It is the eye, the eye of all eyes peering the souls of evermore to for once look towards themselvs in silent contemplation and for once bow down to themselves, evil eyes. i see the arm biting itself, it's own arm to what once was the severe saviour of contemplation, then sadness. from whence once came lingering, it did made the error of biting it, it's fangs a distant memory of sacred memories of what once was, to no longer end contemplation there, the eye still thinks so tough.

Marcus Constein ... 7/4/01

I see a parade of the abandoned.  The sickly homeless man in the alley, the
whore on the corner, the diseased and the desperate.  All having their time
to shine, to horrify, and to invade the brain.  Not vengefully, for despite
having been shunned by the greater society, they take this opportunity to
show us the disgusting world of addiction, whether it be to the bottle or to
the blade.  This picture brings light to the creatures that lurk in the dark
shadows of the mind, in a void called fear.
I saw myself.

*star ... 7/7/01

I see the circle of life, blends of birth, death, darkness, suicide, randomness, joy and pain.

I see melting ice.......

Scott James ... 7/7/01

i see a reaction to unknown misery, the recipient of the misery embraces it like a foul disease - unable to cure the feeling and so it becomes an addiction and becomes trapped. the feeling is constantly growing and morphing into the persons' strength ; the source of the pain is also the cure.

angel with scabbed wings ... 7/9/01

I see a man with problems. His problems are drinking and drugs and he is
deteriorating from them because he can't stop. He cant let go of the bottle
in his left hand and cant stop drinking the "death" inside of it. All of his
problems are eating away at him, all of the creatures that look as if they
are feasting on his parts are his problems. The creature on his tail
represent the large pick of  the grim reaper which means if he does not quit
his deadly addiction then the grim reaper will take his poor helpless soul
and decapitate him as the fish in the upper left corner.

Nikktrikk ... 7/10/01

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