Cerulean Synapses

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Mermaids in love! So love and like!

Living dead girl.

Visit to my family and more pictures.

This Is what I say and my observations, is that Breonna Taylor’s life was ended short from just the cops exercising our amendments, and racism. They had not a probable cause. She was an EMT and and active part in her community. The toll it took on her family and friends must still be catastrophic compared to what I feel or anyone posting this feels for the loss of a human life whose death was meaningless. Its why I am posting this. because her life was not. I will never let it be. I refuse to let racism and bigotry shape our country or world.
Though it does shape all of our lives here in this country and world.

This tears me up because all she did was save lives. How many lives did she take? None. Its also senseless acts of ripping beautiful peoples lives away, that give life meaning. We really need to take any action to condemn violence. I have no room for violence in my life. I condemn all of it. And I recognize that we are still growing and some of our thinking is generational and we need to be reprogrammed on how we think to stop this endless cycle of violence, racism and bigotry. Our leaders to need to recognize that we have systemic racism and condemn it to make changes in our society. Its not that simple right? No, but we can at least stop lying to ourselves about racism.

I did not know Breonna Taylor, but I heard her story like so many others affected by racism, white supremacy, and police brutality. Its again senseless. And all I can do is resist it and share her memory. RIP Breonna Taylor.

This is a thing I needed to share. I got their permission to ask them questions. These are the homeless in our town. They work and they are just like you and me. They got down on their luck. It could be any of us. I want to give the auto to each of these next.

Tree Peepers, a capuchin monkey. The Norwalk aquarium.

Thank You for your views. I am going to be ending my triptych soon. And selling it. Also doing encaustic series next. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Space Junk!!

Read the story!

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This is the painting called Hemphrodity. She has a little story to her. She once was a revered Aztec Goddess because not only could she give birth, but she could give birth by herself. Represent both genders everyone in all the lands revered her and cherish her and their land prospered. Now this peace happened for a time. Now I am not sure this is completely accurate but a jealous god stepped into humankind and Hemphrodity as I can only see before my eyes, and did not like what he saw. He felt he should be worshipped and sacrifices of corn and harvest should be made in his name not her or this “Freak” as he called her. So on such a day he gathered all her worshipping people around in the center of a great city and started to hack one of her limbs off. But he did not stop there. He hacked off her legs. And as if she could not handle the pain and humiliation anymore he hacked her breasts as well. He also hacked her head and she hid her phallis which was full of deep fertility, and at the end with her pieces hacked off ,she screamed, pleaded, please,” God who I do not know if I caused you any harm, I am sorry but please mercy with this one thing it means more than anything in this universe!” He cackled delighted in her pain” Sorry I don’t have any more time for the plight of two genders in this world. “ All of her worshippers wailed as he axed off the last piece with his dull rusty blade. Rivers of cold blood and this new unempathetic God put her in an impenetrable box for all eternity so there would never be both genders, or genderqueer. But that’s another story and another painting for salvation for Hemphrodity.