this is my 4th painting of basket art (inspired by jean michel basquiat). it’s entitled “bubble versus rubble” because i live in a protective bubble (see left segment) ; when i know that in slaughterhouses and live markets around the world (middle segment) billions (6 million/ hour) of our sister/ brother animals are being hung up by one leg and their throats slit; and while halfway around the world (right segment) our sisters and brothers of the middle east are being bombed and terrorized by u.s. backed (and directed) saudi bombing campaigns and all over the world are suffering from the brutality of the system and the laws of capitalism, which seek to extract wealth and profit at any cost – from our labor, our sister/brother animals and mother-earth herself.
this segment includes framed bubbles – of leonardo da vimci’s vitruvian (wo/)man), me you, the many in “developed” countries, who carry out our daily lives in our bubbles of distance and distraction. and yet our lives and labor power are considered commodities (with bar codes above us) by “the boss,” the capitalist, the ruler(s) of empires who sit on top, holding the chains which surround the world and control the animals facing their imminent deaths. they control the money, the country(s) and missiles which fly to the other side of the world creating misery, death, destruction … and rubble.
the man in the middle (the middle man) dons a patriotic tie (and also around his neck, a chain) while he consumes our dear sister brother animals and milk and eggs stolen from them. (“if it’s from an animal, it’s not food – it’s violence.”) the man reaches out but is unable to grasp the banana nor any of the colorful fruit around him. in addition, his patriotism sparks lightening when touching the grapes (of wrath), resulting from his blind allegiance to the meat, military, medical, media establishments. from his (patriotic) tie … to the system … falls baby chicks (a sample of the 500,000/ day) who are carried along a conveyer belt to the grinder and to their gruesome deaths. below the sweet but fated chicks are other sister brother animals cruelly confined, denied every natural instinct, tortured and killed for human consumption.
(midsection) are our sensitive fellow earthlings. hanging upside-down, chained to the medical caduceus symbol – US, (to the medical industry, which profits from our ill-health, dis-eased bodies and early deaths). these hanging hooves are also chained to the dollar symbol – lodged in the USA-bbreviation (i.e. to capital).; as well as to the missiles, representing the “links” (in the chains) … of animal consumption to militarism and war (“as long as there are slaughterhouses, there will be battlefields” – leonardo da vinci).
in the right segment and the wrong side of history are the horrors – dozens of people killed by bombings carried out or supported or instigated by this brutal capitalist system. pictured below the penetrating missiles and framed in a red perhaps tv screen, there is a woman with hands in the air, running away from the bombs; babies in and above the O of Oil which flows into the chicken grinder and the ground up adorable baby chicks (which are above the word “oye” – referring to the oil, the chicks, the bombings, the blood). the word oil is written in two other places. there is also a fallen body to the right, an oil rig, the words Yemen and Syria above bombed out buildings. out of this madness, a blue bird takes flight.