Class consciousness

So much to say but it's already been said. We all see it daily, hear about it, we are all affected by the rising costs, no matter where we sit on the financial pole. Its just that a lot of us die, as a result of what some of them demand. Sure the death isn't always instant, captilaism begs you to give your whole life over and slowly you release yourself, you do it for extra money to cushion the family finances. But that leads to smoking more, less healthy choices and a predictable health problem or three as a result of it.

My neighborhood is slowly being gentrified and I cry inside. Again, nothing new to say, it's all been said, we protest, we fight back, they move in anyways and money talks. The police stay where the money is.

And so with nothing to say, I paint my heart out.

I found some closure in this, illustrating the ugliness of the gentrification, the BORING NESS AND SOULESSNESS OF IT. It feels modernistically dead. Enjoy my beige colors.

The homeless encampments are growing in size, I know of a few families who live in one, in the middle of winter in Canada. This is oh so much more personal than I can explain and it’s really like talking to walls. So many care more about their inconveniences of seeing poor people than acknowledge the problem is THERE SHOULD NEVER BE BILLIONAIRES EVER. NEVER.

The healthy food is locked by a gilded cage, money is the key. The rat is a modernized robin hood, two tone for racial unity. I put stars around the homeless encampment, tried to illustrate the life that's there, fighting hard to get out of that spot.