"HumanKind
Awaiting "
(1991, - watercolor on the back of a piece of my
old company's ("Sign of the Times Productions") stationary.
The
full title is ""
I had a dream that I was being called to the
door of my bedroom by a horrific noise... This dream & painting
occurred not long after I experienced Hurricane Andrew in Miami.
The noise in the dream was the noise of the wind I heard during
that hurricane. It sounded like millions of demons screaming in
unison. In the dream, the noise emanates from outside my bedroom
door.
I get out of bed , go to the door. It's
violently rattling. I touch it.. It's hot; as if a fire is burning
on other side. I ignore every Smokey the Bear fire safety film I
saw as a kid & fling it open. I step through the door to peer
down the hall toward the sound...
The hallway stretches down a wormhole into a
fiery vortex.. What I now call bio - accumulation vortex.. I peer
into this rip in space-time which has some sort of fiery blackness
of evil swirling within it.. Everything living & the elements
which create all biology are being sucked into this vortex of eternal
death. It was revelaed to me when
I died that humankind is creating this vortex.. Our current
name for this is global warming &/or the greenhouse effect.
If
you stare at the red & blue hues I used in the original painting,
they create the optical illusion of shifting back & forth &
make the figure seem alive.. It's shifty.. Just like humanity.
The skeletal figure represents humanKind
peering through this time tunnel, through the looking glass, directly
at the possibilities of destruction they've been forewarned of..
Still they incinerate their fulfillment of raw elements for nefarious
desires & stand in their infamy, just watching with repressed
subliminal knowledge of their oncoming destruction... A deer in
the headlights, subconsciously knowing the other shoe is set to
drop. I woke up & painted this..
!
I later renamed this painting "Passover PassOver
Panic" after remembering that part of the sound
I was hearing was the screaming descent of the angel of death. In
the painting & in the dream I smear blood on the doorposts.
Did I do it in time? Where'd that angel go, anyway? Am I a dead
man walking?
-Hey
humans, Good luck with your planet. However, with what you are doing
to it, luck won't help.
Love ∞ -E,Haase
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