HORIZONTAL

We live on the horizontal. This mortal existence with all its sunrises and sunsets. We look at the asphalt at our feet. We kick the empty pop can into the gutter. We flatten the rain forest to make pasture for the cows that Micky D uses to make our Big Macs. We scallop out the coal seams. We scrape the mountains down to bedrock for the tar we use to make our action figure toys. Look at the surface of Mars or Venus. That is the flatness the horizontal we are creating for ourselves in the next generation. Do you love those big heads on Easter Island... they look grand against the flat backdrop don’t they? When you cut down all the trees you are left with desert. There is a beauty in the starkness. It is a beauty that does not include you or me. Look at my painting. In the centre is the power of the tree of life. Move to the horizons. There is nothing but desert, dark clouds, and death.