I Finally Understand What it Means to do What You Love

Work In Progress / 15 October 2020

I was out for a walk yesterday, as I do often for a mid-day after lunch break, and I had one of the best moments of realization that I've had in awhile.

I'm an artist. 

Now, I'd been creative all of my life, made a lot of things from drawings to film, bestselling novels, acting, working on comic books that I loved as a kid, but I could never refer to myself out loud as an artist. At least not without a twinge of imposter syndrome rearing it's ugly head in my subconscious and the uncomfortable uncertainty of whether or not I've just added another person to the list of people who assume "artist" is synonymous with unstable, flighty and unemployed. 

Today I had none of that. 

Before I left the house I had taken a view over my portfolio and my output thus far for 2020. 

I am happier with the quality of my output than ever before, and I thought about that while I walked. 

In those thoughts, where there used to be uncertainty and doubt was now confidence and comfort.

Without pre-meditation or effort as I headed back home on the last leg of my jaunt I said it to myself. Out loud. Unironically. With no hesitation: I am an artist.

If was so relieving to realize that I finally knew that whatever makes human make art was within me and the solid confidence of that knowledge suddenly made any contradictory opinions unimportant and trivial. 

It felt good. It made me happy.

That feeling is something I want to hold on to and not give up. 

That little shift in realization suddenly made all of the difference. 

It's because I'm doing what I love and it makes all of the difference. Not being held back, not letting the heavy handed (closet insecurity) opinions of strangers and colleagues undermine my confidence in my abilities to take my original, undiluted ideas into art. 

I am deriving more joy from my art right now than I have ever in my life. 

Art makes me truly happy and I may be coming to the realization that I have found happiness and fulfillment, possibly for the first time in my life. 

I do what I love and it is such a blessing to embrace that. Block out all the negative bullshit that humans have trained themselves to spew with social media. None of that matters.

I know my source of happiness and no matter how much the other compartments of my life may be in shambles, I know that I can find happiness whenever I need it. 

It gives me a new appreciation for the cliche' of "doing what you love". A new understanding at least. I've been doing what I love for years and always strive to do what I love, but in many cases the stress made me question if I should have turned what I love into a career. 

Now I feel I understand that if you do what you love and it is a source of happiness, everything else can be figured out and fall into line after. 

Let me jump away from art and put this in the perspective of life in general. 

If you aren't doing what you love and aren't happy, not doing what creates your happiness for yourself, then you will inevitably look for happiness outside of yourself. Most of these other sources of happiness will give you a boost temporarily, but they don't last. Some will even leave you feeling emptier than you did before. Drugs, alcohol, sex, social media, porn, and a plethora of other things will give you the endorphins but it wears off quickly and you'll be hitting that button for another treat sooner than you think.

When you do what you love every day, those temporary things suddenly seem less important.

I know with all confidence now, that I can say to friends and strangers alike "I'm an artist (who also blogs about my feelings)" and what they do with that or think of it is inconsequential. Believe me, like my work, send nasty comments, I don't care. 

And that's the most important thing now. 

I know without out a doubt, that no matter what happens in my life, I'll always be an artist and I will always be happy and I am mentally strong enough now to say that and not let the unsolicited advice and opinions of others impact that negatively. 

In fact, knowing that I'm working from a place of joy and happiness, I can now much more easily see where other negative forces or people could be dragging me down in my life, and I won't accept it. 

When you work from the point of knowing what makes you happy and having it, it's suddenly much easier to see where distorted or toxic influences may be coming from. It makes you analyze your priorities and think about your stressors. 

It makes me analyze all of my relationships. Personal relationships, sure, but also work, clients, acquaintances, all relationships. 

I believe that there are two kinds of people: Those who add to your happiness and those that subtract from it. Whichever one a person is may not even be within their understanding or conscious decisions making, especially if they are a subtractor. 

Those that subtract from your happiness over complicate things, dwell in negativity and find tiny little ways to deter you and poke at your self-esteem because they come from an unhappy perspective. Those that add to your happiness boost your confidence and lift you up. I firmly believe that you can't change this state in someone else, only yourself. 

I know personally, for me to be happy with what I am doing, any relationship, personal, work or otherwise, must allow room for all involved to have happiness, dignity and self-respect. You'll find that it is more difficult to get these things from someone who is a subtractor and those will be the relationships that cause the most stress. 

Anyone else reading this is of course welcome to look at life and creativity in any way they want, but in my life, I know I no longer have room for those that subtract from my happiness. I'm an artist, I'm okay with that, I'm happy and it doesn't matter if someone else, even well meaning family members, are trying to help you find a "real" job.

I know what my happiness is and where it comes from and I'm not giving it up. I am no longer afraid that I will suffer or starve for my art, and if I do, so be it. I would rather live in a cardboard box and be able to make art surrounded by people who add to my happiness, then live in the world's biggest mansion surrounded by people who subtract from my happiness. 

It makes me also think more about my interactions with others and being a positive addition to the happiness of the lives of those around me too. I don't need to drag someone else down to temporarily boost my own happiness.

So I know I'm happy and I know I'm someone who adds to the happiness of others and expects those who are in my life to mutually add to each others happiness. It's much better than being a happiness subtractor.

So what about you?

Also here's some art:


Thanks for reading,

Mike

How are we still around?

Work In Progress / 07 October 2020

Today’s blog will be brief.

Basically, the idea that’s been noodling around in my head is this:

If we’ve been around millions of years, how can we still be this stupid? 

Clearly, the idea of reason and proportion are out of whack, when most people will fight about anything, especially petty differences, at the drop of a hat.

If we as a species, can’t do a better job of discerning what is worth fighting and killing each other, how did we make it this far?

It’s baffling to me that the general populace of humanity hasn’t figured out that the key to peace and understanding is mutual respect and acceptance. Allowing others to be different than you, allows you to be different from others. The fact that a basic premise like this isn’t something already culturally engrained as part of basic knowledge and wisdom of humanity seems to suggest it’s a lesson we never learned.

How can we have not figured this out yet and created a better world? How can we still be fighting over the same stuff written by people thousands of yeas ago claiming to speak to their god of choice and using it to fight with other people and the minor differences between your old book and their old book and god of choice?

Were we always idiots for the most part, as the human species, or has something made us collectively dumber?

Most importantly, when will the human race get past its ugly, awkward teenage phase?

In the meantime, I made some art:


Thanks for reading,

Mike

Why I blog (and why it sometimes seems so negative)

Work In Progress / 15 September 2020

I assume that if the title brought you in, you have some interest in reading this.

If you’ve read any of my other recent posts, you’ll know I’ve been writing a lot about my struggles with anxiety.

One of the reasons I started blogging again after a decade hiatus or so, is that it helps me manage and cope with the symptoms of anxiety.

I find that when I get the thoughts out, almost analyzing and explaining them to myself as I write, it actually helps release the thoughts from my brain so that they don’t consume and pre-occupy my every waking moment.

The nature of anxiety is a constant gnawing insecurity of being judged or attacked. That the things I say and do will make those around me angry. By getting the thoughts out, it relieves the stress and panic of having anxiety better than any counsellor I've ever spoken too.

By nature the thoughts and ideas expressed when you have anxiety most often have a negative connotation, hence the negative tone of my blog at times. 

At the end of the day, this writing is therapy for me and leaves me with a much better mindset and feeling of relief when I get the thoughts out of my head and leave them on the internet. 

So really, this blog is more therapy than any kind of attempt to gain a following. I may collect the entries into a book later, but that is no where near a major priority right now.

So, if you don't like the negativity or find my ideas offensive, fair enough, no need to read the blog, but you're welcome to come here and enjoy the art.

Meanwhile, here's some more recent art!


Thanks for reading,

Mike

Ready to get out of here

Work In Progress / 14 September 2020

One of the most popular sayings among those who don't like immigration and do like being oppressed by government and business is: "If you don't like the way it is, go back where ya came from!"

Well, I'm from here. Lived in, born and raised in Canada and guess what? I absolutely hate where North American society is going. Not the acceptance of LGBTQ or immigrants or anything like that, because those are progress. What I'm concerned with is the general de-evolution of manners, common decency, respect and having any compassion for your fellow man. As the U.S. empire crumbles, I don't like the way Canada is slowly, hesitantly going down the same path, as we always do. 

I'm serious, North American society has become so empty. vapid and combative that I don't want to be here. Any person in their right mind wouldn't want to live in the stress, anxiety and hostility that's become a part of life and interaction.

The internet has contributed hugely to this, but I don't have time to  get into that today. 

What I'm saying is I'd love to move somewhere warmer with similar or equal quality of life, without the crazy people fighting over masks, conspiracies and all the other bullshit going on. 

I do believe that if people put aside their differences and actually worked together, things could be changed and fixed, but the more I try to grab people's attention and get through to them, the more I just feel I'm shouting into the empty, cybernetic void. 

If we're going to be miserable as we suffer with illness, or stay locked in our houses, or watch society crumble around us, or watch the system that was supposed to provide a pension to support my generation in its golden years evaporate, we may as well do it somewhere that we enjoy. A sunshine filled paradise to watch the rest of the world work it's way through it's ugly teenage stage, if you will. 

Ideally, I'd like to build an Earth ship style home somewhere warm that doesn't get snow, like Spain or any suitably civilized South American country. A place with adobe floors and walls, a greenhouse for growing food, a few fruit trees and a recycling water system. I'd be happy to do the work and build it all myself and prepare now, build a place that is affordable without getting in to debt in a place with decent warm weather, where I know I am going to spend however many decades I have left. Essentially preparing for retirement earlier than usual; somewhere where it is cheaper to live and provide for myself as much as possible because this system, I don't trust it will be here when I actually need it, and even if it was, I wouldn't be able to afford live in this system on any estimate of expected retirement income.

I’ve seen a few people online say they realize this too, and encourage others who feel the same way to stay and fight for our societal improvement. It’s a fair point.  Good point. But maybe it’s a little too late? I feel like we have already tread that territory. Been there done that. Trying to get people to cooperate online just feels like shouting into the void.

I just want somewhere to spend the rest of my days in peace and with piece-of-mind, something I don’t believe I have the tools to achieve in the stresses and lifestyle of North American society.

I’m really worried about the existing travel restrictions and hope they don’t get tighter. I hope that we will be able to travel more freely again, I sincerely hope I don’t look back on these words in the future and think “We all should have taken off then.”

So I mean, if any of you “Good Ol’ Boys” ever do manage to round up a boatload of foreigners to send back where they came from, let me know. I may want to research the destination country’s rules to meet refugee status and hop a ride.

And here’s some art!: 

Thanks for reading,

Mike

On a positive note

Work In Progress / 09 September 2020

Okay, so maybe since I’ve started talking about my anxiety, my blogging has taken a negative tone, and could use a positive story. Maybe.

Make no mistake; I’m still anxious and also full of anger at the general state of the world, but I’m also creatively happier than I’ve ever been. I actually have to remind myself not to fall in love with my work and let it go to my head.

But I am really happy with the quality of work I’ve been doing. More than ever in my life.

Since discovering things like kitbashing, photobashing and CGI modelling and incorporating some of the skills and perspectives into my traditional and digital illustration, I’ve been able to create art closest to the exact way I see it in my imagination than ever before. Lockdown sucks, but luckily I had a set of skills and experiences that once we couldn’t leave the house anymore, I was able to put those things together to help express and create ideas that I had brewing in my imagination for years.

Left to my own devices, I’ve rediscovered my love and passion for art and am creating more pure, raw, unadulterated imagination than I have in years.

History may never remember me as an artist or creator, but I can say that regardless of that, I have experienced joy through self-expression.

The other side of the coin is that now that I have the skills and confidence to produce my ideas at professional quality, it’s suddenly given me time to think and get anxious about all of the things that one sacrifices and let’s slide in order to focus on refining the skills needed to master thier passion. So of course I can dredge up all kinds of history to create anxiety about my relationships with every person I’ve ever known, but I am also present of mind enough now to remind myself that it is just my anxiety and I don’t need to panic.

I feel like all of my life experiences and career changes; writing, teaching, comics, video games etc. and the events in my life that caused or allowed all of the circumstances that made those experiences possible and necessary were meant to happen in order to lead to this point.

Sure, it would have been nice to be at this point 10 years ago, but at the same time, I don’t think I had the wisdom or experience to have navigated all of the personal and professional factors that got me to this point 10 years ago.

I’m not trying to insinuate that I am some wise old yogi achieving nirvana or that my work is perfect; it’s not. Of course I still make mistakes and imperfections, but now it’s more of a conscious choice. I have the confidence now that I believe that I really can change, edit or fix any errors that really borher me before showing it. In the past, mistakes and changes gave me a lot of anxiety, literally. Because of my anxiety issues, my subconscious was constantly telling me that I would never be able to fix an error once it caught my attention, no matter what I did. 

Now I am much more confident in my artistic decisions.

Then, just as now, I’ve mentally scanned every image and catalogued every mistake in my brain before anyone else ever sees it. Now I choose what is left on the canvas based on how I feel it represents my idea and if I feel like it achieves what I’m trying to convey as quickly as possible.

I used to feel defeated by my art. Dragging out changes and revisions for torturous weeks until having to just release it because I was out of time or spent too long on it. 99% of the time, any client that was waiting for the work was happy with it and moved it along to the next person in the production stage and I would wonder why I tortured myself mentally for days before turning it in.

Now, the mistakes on the page are much more conscious. I hate stretching out any project or piece of art over a very long time. I like to get ideas out and down on paper (or screen) very quickly. I feel like life and kinetic energy are best conveyed in my work while I’m moving. No matter how well you plan a project before you start, you are going to have to make some design choices on the spot, and I just feel like my mind works better while moving.

So basically my art is fuelled by anxiety and ADHD.

Anyway, I’m in a good place creatively and I appreciate everyone who is here to share it with me.

And BTW here’s some of that art:


Thanks for reading,

Mike

I don't care if you don't like my work

Work In Progress / 04 September 2020

I'm going to try to make this quick.

Just an observation. I don't care if you don't like my work.

I have busted my ass working my entire life to finally get my art to the point where I like it and I'm happy with. It's taken 30 years for me to be able to make my art exactly as I imagine it in my head. Creating my art every day gives me more hope, motivation and happiness than anything else in the world.

If I go back and look at my work I can clearly see an improvement.

If you've noticed a drastic improvement in my work, it's because I decided to re-prioritize my art as first priority this year before anything else. I'd like to say I'm doing my best art ever and I am, but I also am regaining a level of quality that was present in my older work and over time I had let slip because so many other stresses and obligations of life interfered. Plus, I have been holding myself back significantly for years due to anxiety. 

Anxiety kept me from taking the risks to even make the art and risk judgement. 

Thanks to the Rona lockdown and layoffs I just kinda snapped and decided that I don't give a shit about the criticism and opinions of those who may look down at my work, which has given me the freedom to express myself and create the best work of my life. 

Of course there are always critics. The internet and social media make it waaaay too easy for people to make random, insensitive, uneducated or just rude comments. Nobody makes artwork that everyone likes, so it's okay if you don't like my work.

If you're gonna be rude or try to hate and attack me, as everyone seems to feel that the internet is an invitation to do, I'm not paying attention. 

Don't like my female figures? oh well. Don't like how I make my art? That's fine, no one is making YOU, make art that way. Don't like my use of nudity? Get over it. No one is making you accept my art, but I don't have to let you try to hurt me with your comments about it. 

My anxiety is still there in full force, actually worse than ever, but it has totally shifted from my artwork and entirely focused on my personal life and the survival of the world in general. We are living in a mad house, so I don't have time to let screaming crazies loosing their minds over art slow me down. 

At the end of the day, I'm just not going to give anyone else the power to control my happiness, even if their behavior does irritate or trigger my anxiety and depression. I just don't need to sacrifice my happiness for random people who don't know or care about me and want a temporary ego boost by running other people down. 

Like my work? Cool. Don't? That's fine too, just don't feel compelled to tell me about it. 

Here's some of my recent art!


Thanks for reading, 

Mike

I Think I’m Over-Stimulated

Work In Progress / 02 September 2020

A big part of my anxiety issue is that the more time that I spend on social media the more disgusted I am with people and am convinced the world is ending.

It made me think about how thoughts and opinions can be influenced by the content hat we consume.

Surely, it must be more likely that social media is presenting and sensationalizing world news for more extreme content, and that my feeling of imminent dread that the world is being destroyed by stupid people is exaggerated.

And that made me think about not just how the content you consume affects you, but how much content I consume. I don’t have a moment in the day that my brain is not exposed to content that I’m taking in.

Making art in the morning? A Slapped Ham video is playing in the background. Cleaning the house? Hey Google, Play a Most Amazing Top 10s playlist. Writing a blog? There are a million documentaries I can play at the tip of my fingers. Going for a walk? Audible. Getting ready for bed? Scary Mysteries. And on and on and on, everywhere you go there’s another screen, another ad. I do my work digitally, so I’m always in front of a screen when I’m working anyway.

And then at night, I can’t sleep. Like my brain is so used to and addicted to such a constant flow of stimuli that it can’t wind down.

It’s so strange as I know I wasn’t always like this. I feel like it’s new, but I’m not sure when it started.

It’s like I’m addicted to constant audio visual input, so much so that I feel like I’m depressed or withdrawing from the world if I don’t have a screen on near me.

I think it’s because I spend more time in front of screens than I do away from them, and now my brain thinks that the screen world is the real world and that the device or screen is necessary for me to interact with the world around me or express myself.

Luckily I’m not far along enough to believe that. I know that the world outside my window is the real one, not the world of windows.

I recognize that this is an addiction and am determined to slowly ween myself back into the real world and spend less time on screens and especially the cesspool that is social media.

Also, here’s some art I made today!


Thanks for reading,

Mike

The values and mores of our grandparents don’t work today

Work In Progress / 31 August 2020

There’s no shortage of people out there that will tell you that things should go back to the way they were in the good old days. To take a different approach, I’d like to make a situational example.

Let’s take a traditional heterosexual relationship. A man, a woman, they have 8 kids and 2 dogs. We drop them into 1950, give the husband a reliable middle class job and a small family farm that produces at least 50% of the food that they eat. What do you get? A happy family that lives comfortably. (This example removes all other external and social variables, for you sticklers of nuance.) 

Now take the same family, drop them into today’s world with the same job and farm, what do you have. A poor family struggling below the poverty level, relying on whatever they can grow just to survive, and still likely loosing a couple of kids and a dog to starvation, and a couple more kids will be lost to children’s aid due to unacceptable living conditions.

Now let’s factor in those pesky variables, like emotional trauma, substance abuse, living expenses, etc. Etc.

Clearly, the world we live in today is different than the world of our grandparents. If you look at things with objective realism, our society is not even remotely set up for a large, single income family to thrive unless the couple are willing to take on some extreme measures that are outside the norm lifestyle for the average person (extreme couponing, extreme recycling, collecting and reusing water, etc.), or unless the family is extremely wealthy. Clearly, by the very nature of these examples, they are extremes and the majority of families simply aren’t going to fit into those extreme circumstances that would allow them to thrive, usually due to barriers such as finance, geography or health.

Though this seems like a reasonable supposition in itself, it will only take seconds on any social media network to find someone touting that the world is going to the dogs and we need to go back to doing things the way we did in the old days.

I’m here to tell you, you can go and do things the way they did in the old days, but it’s still not going to make your life any better. The world is not set up to work the old way. Society changed. You can do things the old way until you are blue in the face, but at the end of the day, you’ll just be broke and hungry.

Large families, single-incomes, fair wages and affordable schooling are things that we waved goodbye to a long time ago. We didn’t hate those things, but we had to give them up in order to survive.

While you are bemoaning the world’s state and shouting that the old ways are the answer, younger generations are adapting and learning how to survive and thrive under some of the most psychologically trying times in recent history. We’re learning how to cope with reality and figure out how to survive in a new reality that you’ve personally rejected while you fight for a world and way of life that doesn’t exist any more and cannot be recreated or reached from where we are at now.

You’re being left behind and we’d really love to bring you along with us into the future, but there are a few things holding you back that you’re going to have to leave behind if you want to survive in today’s world and stick around long enough to see the world of the future.

Those things that you’ll need to leave behind?: Racism, sexism, homophobia.

It’s a short list, and just for the record, I do not condone the fact that these things were acceptable in a society that existed before I was born. The list could easily be three times as long, but you eat an elephant one bite at a time, right?

Maybe you or your family or role model lived in  a world where these things worked, maybe they even thrived because they lived in a world where these things existed. That’s fine, we won’t judge you, it was a different time, but now you need to give that shit up. We’re not going back to the way things were back in the old days. There is no way to get there from here and we wouldn’t go, even if it was. Your long missed past was a dystopia of racial and sexual inequality. Our present is a world where we are all lucky to have food and shelter, regardless of race or gender.

That’s the reality. The only way humanity has a future on this planet is by setting aside petty fears and differences and work together to survive, because those in power are not going to help us.

Stop buying into the “wisdom” that fearing what we don’t know or understand is natural human behaviour. If you want to talk about evolution and survival, those instincts were meant to prevent us from putting our heads into the mouth of a sabre-tooth tiger. A black guy or lesbian are not going to literally rip your head off with their jaws. Stop fearing them, you’re making yourself look stupid.

If you don’t know or understand something; ask questions respectfully, go online and look for forums, go to the library and read a book, get involved with community events and organizations. You’ll learn about different cultures and lifestyles than your own and you’ll meet some great people.

Let’s face it. There are only two reasons that you hate something different than what you know; it’s going to replace you or it knows you better than you know yourself.

In the first case, calm down. No one is looking to replace you and you kids, grandkids etc. are not going to just willingly line-up to let some opressive regime enslave them. Clearly younger generations are willing to fight. All you really need to do is breath and maybe learn to let go and forgive.

The other option, them knowing you better than you know yourself is really about self-hatred. Denial clouds your mind and judgement. When you hate someone for who they are, being gay for example, that person being gay doesn’t turn other people gay. Being gay and in denial makes so epeople hate gay people. It’s happened so often to public figures that it’s a cluche’ now. Someone else’s sexual preference doesn’t change yours, it makes you challenge your own sexual identity. If you are confident in your identity, you don’t feel threatened by the different choices of others. If you aren’t sure or in denial, that’s when people lash out and spew hatred.

You may not be able to go back to the good old days, but you can make the world a better place by accepting those different than yourself.

We know that you grew up in a different world, where these things were acceptable, you or your family may have even benefitted from them, but you are not beyond our ability to forgive you. We want you to be here to see the world that we create when we emerge from this chaos. All you have to do is show changed behaviour and have tolerance for those who have different beliefs, races, genders, lifestyles or abilities.

And when you are ready, if needed, we can even help you learn to forgive yourself.

I also made some art today!



Thanks for reading,

Mike


We need to be honest and admit that there is a problem

Work In Progress / 29 August 2020

The following section is copied from my Facebook acct:

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Added on to my response from an earlier post:

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“The system is not already corrupt, it is here to protect you. You need to learn some respect for authority. You’re not being oppressed, you need to respect authority and respect the fact that they are authorized to legally shoot you if you do not comply.”


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Perhaps, but I know I got pulled over a couple years ago and the cop panicked, jumped back and grabbed for his gun his gun when I leaned over to grab my I. D. Like this guy was wound up and primed before he ever pulled me over. I was polite, honest, smiled, apologized, non-aggressive and followed all the rules and when he saw my face after nearly unholstering his weapon, he blamed me for moving too fast. Not all cops are dangerous, but cops that are so wound up that they are keyed to grab their gun as the first option is dangerous for everyone.


I added the art so it would get your attention. Please feel free to share.

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So, I wanted to expand on that just a bit more with today’s blog to really drive the point home.

We have to stop fighting with each other. I’m living in a constant unending panic attack because I can’t believe how many stupid people there are or how quickly things have degenerated.  

We have to stop dismissing and vilifying anyone who doesn’t share the same opinions. We need to accept and tolerate the fact that everyone doesn’t have to agree and that their opinions are based on a life experience different from our own. We need open, honest communication.

We, as a society, need to stop passively aggressively correcting strangers on the internet to look smarter, and actually listen to each other.

All these damn dividers and blind loyalty, even using our beliefs to justify psychological warfare on the opposing side, or trying to gaslight those who think differently to whip them up into a furor.

We need total to each other openly, peacefully and respectfully to establish a bare minimum baseline of what kind of treatment is allowable and acceptable from a system toward its citizens.

I personally think it’s time we admit that that system was corrupted long ago and the the government, business and media have already been compromised and have been lying to us for decades at least.

These stupid divisionsand classifications thatwe fight over are the proof. Can we not agree that murder is bad? The there are no exceptions! That regardless of race, colour or genderhat NO ONE should be executed in the street?

We really need to answer that. If you disagree, feel free to speak up and be vocal. We’re not brining morality into this. No: “Well what if they did this?...”. We need to agree on what the basic expectations of human rights should be. 

I think that baseline is that nobody, regardless of authority, has the right to execute someone, based on race, gender, religion or suspected of a crime. Can we not agree on that? I wish I could seriously ask every person on Earth and tally the answers.

I think we will discover that there are a lot less stupid, angry, murderous people on Earth then it appears. I have faith in us that if we speak up, we’re going to discover that a lot of those creating divides and encouraging fighting between group are bots, nut cases or a small group of extremists (on both sides). 

I think we need to do this so that we know it as fact and have an absolute baseline. In order to do ths we need to listen to each other, regardless of inion. We need to stop dismissing people who talk about corruption as a “conspiracy nut”. It’s real. They have lied to us for a long time and when they convince you that the system is not broken and corrupt, it’s just them lying to you again.

Once we can clear this up, together as a society, we can determine what is best to move forward. Also, if there is a power encouraging us to fight each other over these divisions; who is behind it and why?

Here’s some new art I did:


Thanks for reading,

Mike


The internet mocks me.

Work In Progress / 24 August 2020

I spent 5 hours writing an essay on my experience with anxiety and how the combative natures of communication on social media may be a reason for the rise in anxiety diagnoses and potentially effect overall mental health...and poof, Lost it. Gone. And this time I saved like 5 times. So somehow between switching from the ipad to the computer to make an edit caused the work to just disappear into the interwebs. So since I’m not writing that all over again, at least not today, here’s some of my new art.


Thanks for reading,

Mike