i am the wolf

i am a wolf, caught in a trap,
despite my unrestrained anger and rage
against the instruments of authority,
the church of consumerism,
and the domination of the establishment

conjuring up spirits, mischievous children
and Beelzebub herself,
the nearness of the medium
causes feelings of vulnerability,
immersed in colors that equals sound,
and thought equals color,
and religion can be explained by a pretty illustration,
or by the embodiment of an imperfect instrument of destruction

insanity is the realm of the saints,
of the mad man that can fore tell the future,
i send these signs through forms and resonance,
and at the exact moment that they were created,
they have been discovered

as i am a sinner,
making works that are visceral,
familiar, recognizable,
they are self-examining and self-exterminating,
these works speak directly,
and in an image-language known to all,
they spring forth from an environment which
is faithful to a deep, profound love of everyone
and everything

i am caught up in between the spiritual
and the material, the eternal and the everyday,
the abstract and the normal world

two distinct approaches can be
scraped together, attempts to integrate
the two domains that surrounds me,
by depicting or incorporating everything
in my environment, from the details
of a daily meal, to the epic drama of passion
or death, and my pre-occupation with
food, sex, love and violent accidents,
is what has been derisively described
as the divine world of a mortal man