Over one hundred years ago, everyone, even the children were killed. Many were scalped, and the scalps were more or less traded for money. I say this not to make a spectacle. Or to pretend that I understand the kind of pain felt. This is to acknowledge a difficult truth, because it is so much worse than my words could ever describe. And then, over a hundred years later, I was born on that land. So I never want to hurt again
Over one hundred years ago, but now also; children, young adults, adults, and elders are being hurt again. In a cycle, that the most violent, most foolish want fixed in place. A Wheel Within a Wheel that they worship as themselves and the evil they do unto others. So I never want to hurt again.
If it could be true, I would wish pleasure and love for you. A simple life, free of distraction, from the terrible world we must participate in. I still wish this for you, although, we both know it cannot be. I hope that if you hurt again, you learn and get better. This goes for me in turn. What flows from our grief; alienation, desperation, deprivation, whatever it is. I hope we feel the sweet relief that we may never hurt again.
Eleni R
Aino-Maija Metsola ( b.1983 Finland) ‘Ahdinparta (Cladophora)’ 2019
watercolour, gouache and ink on paper
again and again and again and again
Javier Arizmendi-Kalb (Mexican, b. 1960s), JUNTO AL HUMO, 2022. Oil and oil crayon on canvas, 72 x 60 in.
Carlos Ochagavia, 1978
finished this one recently (didn't realize I started this last february haha)
John Caple (British, born 1966) Wild Horse, Full Moon, 2015 Acrylic on canvas
Every Greek kid's favourite worm, now going international
Greek version
Abdulhalim Radwi (Saudi, 1939-2006), Untitled, 1984. Oil on canvas, 48 x 35 ¾ in.
Gert Heinrich Wollheim,
The Anxiety Dream; 1928