Who ever painted this piece is obviously a homosexual. I see the
constant undershadowing of penises threwout the painting. Thousands of
tiny little penises crawling all over the canvas. A cock for every
orface and an orface for every cock. Spikey cocks, lumpy cocks, sloppy
cocks, and even cocks that looks like monsters. Everything in this
painting is subliminaly intended to be a big fat cock wither the artist
realises it or not. He is trying within his subconsious to becian hot
young studs to come and pump him in the ass whatever thier penis may
look like. He is also trying to turn everyone gay who see's this
painting, but what you have to realise is that homosexuality is a sin in
the bible and if we thrust our penises into other mens anus we won't be
able to go to heaven. I know it sounds hot, but IT IS A SIN none the
less. I too have been tempted by the devil in the form of another man's
juicy looking rectum.........but fear not for the power of christ is
within you. Penises, dirty fucking penises everyware in this painting!
Long ones, ones with teeth, ones with eyes and even penises with other
penises on them. How dare you who ever painted this try to confuse
god's plan and premote subconsiously ejaculateing in another mans
asshole! You must stop this penis-tom foolery at once before the lord
foresakes you! The world today it full of hot sweaty glissining penises,
wither it be one the news or all over every product in the local super
market, the gay conspericy is trying to tempt you to experiance the
pleasures with-in a sweet anus. I am one of the fortuneate one for being
able to see the subliminal penis messages for what they are.......THE
DEVIL WAVEING HIS FORKED COCK IN YOUR FACE! Please, if this is the
artist who is reading this letter, you must realise tha you are a
homosexual in need of some ergent christian counciling! I counted at
least 123 differnt penises in your painting and you probibly did it
without out even knowing. The lord saved me from the cluches of
homosexuality, and he can do the same for you! Please somehow get this
message o the artist if this is not him reading it!! VERY QUICKLY! Jesus
loves you my friend.

Reverend Randolf Smith, Head of YAMCSC (The Young Adolecent Males Quest For Christ Summer Camp) and troop leader ... 7/10/01

I see mankind about to be eaten by a monster it
created. Even if we find some means of escape for our
souls (whether it be drugs, alcohol, etc.), we find
that we are only cutting our own throats because now
we are confronted by an even bigger demon than before.
Can we escape? No, but we can ignore it for a while.
Hell, it's gonna get us eventually. It will stop at
nothing to devour us. Even if it means devouring
itself until it has eaten all the way up to the hand
that is holding us down. We are food kept in little
plastic bottles, waiting to be eaten by our own
monster of consequince. The more it feeds on us, the
more it shits out more of us, only to be caught in the
circle like the ones before. We aren't responsible
for the world, the world is responsible for
us...right? Bullshit! Ain't circular thinking a
bitch?
This painting is a nightmare. Don't get me
wrong, it is a mesmerizing piece of work. But, tonite
my sleep will be haunted with dreams of hopelessness
and self-mutilation. I love it.

Cactus ... 7/11/01

I look into the upper eye, the high, central psychic eye, the "third-eye" and I see fear. Not alive and awake and in the moment fear, but the fear born of exhaustion and defeat. Other eyes show avarice, lust, greed, but all are exhausted underneath.
All resources are going toward squeezing out one last drop of the soul's blood. An armored edifice is built on the back of my restless labors. Obligations continuously gnaw at every last part of me. I try vainly to emerge and escape my self imposed and obsessive fate, through both dreams and prayers (shown at masked tail and genie-bottle) but my imbedded cycles are almost impenetrably complex.
Perhaps a last dream (obscure unknown symbols) though hideously poisonous; or perhaps the sacrifice of the Lady Christ, will free me. Or is even the obligation of hope just another potential burden. Perhaps it's my choice how to make it so, perhaps.

Norman Basye ... 7/11/01

manifestations of consumption
endless food chain feeding the eyes and desires
sharp edges, protuberances, nested orifices that
sucks then slays the genie out of the bottle
creativity just feeds the beast
fish bones emerge from the other end
topped by gasmasked head
quizzically watching
unconscious of its own voracious appetites

ellen fernandez-sacco ... 7/12/01

i see my own organic self in it's downward spiral of decay propped up
by various means to stay alive, all the medications. It makes me feel
all the changes that are going on in my body and i feel my poisoned
blood making me itch all over , i see the reality of my condition. and i
know it is the same for everyone, it comes sooner or later. The picture
shows life on earth and all the things that are necessary for life to
continue, i see a sort of evolutionary process as well. All the things
that go on , fucking, fighting feeding, i also see a representation of
how people have become removed from the idea of sex and how they somehow
feel guilty because of it, a result of christianity.i see polysexuality.

dave ... 7/13/01

What I see in this painting is this fish (which for one reason or another
displays the anotomy of the male and female body. Probably I think because it
can represent men or women though I'm kind of nuetral about that statement)
which is me is offering itself to this disgusting blob of a monster which is
society.The blob is actually made up of many different small creatures all
devouring each other for personal gain not knowing that it is only destroying
itself in an attempt to destroy this man in a bottle which I beleive can
represent a number of things and people.Unfortunatley it seems that the blob
is ignoring me and I have destroyed myself in a vain attempt to win the blobs
satisfaction.I've probably ran out of space so I'll leave it at that.

Jordan E. Butler, aka: DIRTBAT ... 7/13/01

I see my friend for the most part, but part of me with him as well. He has a rare disease and the arm eating itself reminds me of the disease, and the gas mask with the weird thoughts makes me think of how we usually think differently from people. The bottle reminds me of weekends I spend alone, and the genie brings back thoughts from a few years ago about my feelings towards the world, cut it's head off. The eyes are all there making sure the other parts are doing what is needed to work together and make it through. Something trying to escape above the arm is both of us wanting to go where we want to happy and away from the everyday routine. The body itself is my lazy ass not wanting to do anything about what has been said in this letter.

Access Denied ... 7/16/01

I read others interpretations and I find myself agreeing to all of them.
I think it is a great mixture of fabricated identities. Sexual, social,
self fears, war; they all have the same implication... identity
confusion.

Andrew Pennicott ... 7/18/01

Some poor slob who is addicted to alcohol and the alcohol has turned him into various kinds of demons and strange creatures. Alcohol has a way of doing that!
I know from experience.

Chuck Schoon ... 7/19/01

I like a paintings with lots of different little details, and vibrant but
sometimes subtle colors. Evertime you see it something different pops out at you that you
didn't really notice before. Like a "Where's Waldo" picture. I've seen lots of art,
abstract, photography, realistic, sci-fi. This particular painting is one that I've
never seen the like to, lots of heads eatting other heads with great detail..multiple
personalities?

Melissa ... 7/21/01

For the first time in 8012 years the genie can't bear to serve the monstrosity freeing him - - yet he must. Maybe it's time to exercise the loophole granted by the Grand Djinn all those years ago. He sends in his stead his less discerning superego: PISCEGENITOR who will grant the Hydra's every wish. As long as every wish is for mayhem and death. Poor Hydra, but poorer genie. The price of this proxy arrangement is high. No more power or anticipation of periodic sweet release. Now destined to live among mankind as a nondescript mortal in perpetuity. Soon to learn the meaning of the six cryptic words the fortune teller of 80 centuries ago divined he would speak in a distant future - DO YOU WANT FRIES WITH THAT?

Herbert ... 7/27/01

The first look I had at The Obligationist I thought there was something
to do with alcoholism behind it, because of the self-beheading "genie"
coming out of the bottle and the man trapped inside it. But then again
the rest of the painting doesn't feel like it. The whole thing looks
pretty self-destructive (but in a more generalised way than just alcohol
addiction), with the genie cutting off its own head and all the mouths
of the central figure that eat itself. And then there's the head with a
gas mask on, which suggests something to do with war (or at a stretch
weird sex). I dunno what else to make of it
--
Edward Martland ... 7/28/01

GET A TASTE OF YOUR OWN MEDICINE, BITCH!

maddmaxx ... 7/28/01

Ultraviolence... mush, crave, want the move to stop and suck away at the mole
of the cane that stalks my will of wills.  strive to want the thrill of
killing the mother of my might.  the menstrual cycle encirlcles the moving
senses that overtake the strong stench of slow death after life. everlasting
love for the unending worlds in the unknown moves past the infinity of
laughter that holds my soul in its cold grasp of pain and sorrow.  dream only
once before the closeness follows in its undying heat.  only one can be left
standing at the end of eternity and only one can over the costs of the pain
it took to build the beautiful structures of the carrying coals.  the world
is empty and cold, where blackness is the only salvation from the blackness
of the endless rooms of sons that were buried in their incestual clothing
from ages past.  aging hurts the agility of brackish blazens that engulf my
merriment.  in moments of momentum everything stops for the pleasure of
sickness.  round the edges, and bluntness murders the emotion envelope that
surrounds blood like strands of feeling cold.  stars shine like the Moon's
faces off the snow in month one of gang bang fruit sessions.  are you afraid
of what i can do?  are you afraid of the lives that i can change for the
better of battery recharging miniscule party ponu's.  the plantations are
abound with growing various opiates for the mass carrion distributive
malfactions of militants.  i observe the painful light cars travel in paths
that i wish i had moved through in the pervious lives of Ultraviolence.

Shabaz ... 7/31/01

It seems to be a great biblical god and beast. Endless streaming heads
devouring bodies, heads, organs in a carnival of disgust & bewilderment.
Artaud on good acid...Rimbaud on Verlaine; all consuming gods consuming other
gods until at last our DNA strains our eyeballs splash into the
post-lovecraftian slime festival of a solitary silicone tit laced cup of
decapitation. A single image that sends Dagon & a billion clustering
Phoenician fist fucks into the mantra-meat visions of the Old Gods..forgotten
over nagging eons & all they say is They are pissed & our delicated entrails
are their midnight snack. (PS; I loved the painting & your  art in general)                                                               

- James, Diabolos Hurufi 32 ... 7/31/01

The dominating creature with the bottle is the type of person who wants everything its own way. All the faces on its body are the souls which it has damaged and trapped. The bottle is the key to his power over others...it makes him desirable so that he can get what he wants. It's a control freak.

braves123 ... 7/31/01

i see corporate america, so many individuals being tortured, each feeding off
another, but comprising a single beast: corporate america

Wryscher1 ... 8/1/01

I do see a society element in this picture... I feel it's representational of us as people and how we're living this world while at the same time it's a template for what we're doind to ourselves. It's got it all there: The parasites, the greed, the ignorance, the fear. It's almost cyclical...someone wins, someone losing, someone trapped, someone free. I think the guy in the bottle is representing the paranoids in our society...the people who know exactly what's going on. And with the semi-fallic creature escaping..well thats telling us to stop being ruled and driven by our sexuality and desires...unless the population growth turns around, none of us will escape.

Lyle Christine ... 8/1/01

I see (based on the progressive work in art ~ animation) the self-indulgent persona. Intensely absorbed wth self-pleasure and fantasy. Drinking, sprouting horns (horney??) the bottle bringing a vision of a female torso. Obligationist is internal demon feeding on and to internal demon(s). Great, simplified internal struggling going on.

Ron ... 8/3/01

The evil stench you once thought you had captured is not what you thought,
and will continute to evade and escape your grip. It constantly allows you to
believe that you've trapped it, only to change its form and continue to
pollute your mind. It is a never-ending cycle, something you cannot destroy,
because it is a part of you. It is that which is dead in the general
population, like the discarded head of a good fish dinner. It is the morbid
subconcious that so many people fear, not for the sake of fear itself, but
that someone else might catch them thinking the same perverted thoughts that
they are.
It is not just in your head, but in your heart, in your hands, and in your
house. It exists everywhere around you, and though you stand out in a crowd
for expressing these thoughts, you are not as rejected as you think, for
everyone, everywhere, at once time or another, has seen, smelled, touched,
heard, tasted, or spoken of the darker side of human nature.

KiloThompson ... 8/8/01

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