the eye of god looks into me and at that moment i see what appears to be an egg a bird in fleeting glory trapped inside an empty soda can worn like a dress hovers above this giant spheroid wondering if its mammoth child could survive in a phase of this setting a fish that resembles cutouts of the moon with shapes of geometry in colors from childhood simplicity swims closely beneath the presumable birthing pod wondering much the same the bird and the fish fight over the eye the child waits for its destiny to be what it has chosen from its abstract preliminary state a starlit couple holds the egg before me like a petroglyphic vacuum each wear a hat as a symbol with patterns of sacred star shit theyre dogmatic in their convictions that they are messengers of god or spiritual guides sent to lead others through the void but who could really know i mean aren’t we all messengers by some deductive omniscient theyre high on themselves so much to be certain of thoughts so masterly in hustling formations meandering through the desert between wraths of god they are held notably and vacantly in the foreground as his soldiers marching along the enflamed cityscapes unencumbered by the glowing lights of decadence a fly crawls wondrously on a piece of shit behind them one would hope so much from these saints as i do but there is one hand overrunning the other in this necropolis of shared knowledge and the sun bleeds into the sky like man and wife playing masquerader instead of lover they seem to be related incidentally the primordial order of affairs has been rewritten in gibberish sanskrit on their cloth underneath theyre naked just like the bird and the fish or even the sun for that matter its not a black hole though they argue in sequence about the relevancy of it being white and shaped like a basket and not a strainer “its some kind of an egg” this hes sure about and it was my premonition too but she argues it being some sort of ancient flower or universal contraption his eyes are burning and bulging from his brain their spirits are trying to escape they wont let them for they know their survival is dependent on two things: i. i am not the only being in the universe ii. everything is made up of the same decaying matter i have studied the stars and in this moment in time with the praise of disremembered doorways i am handed a vortex to transcribe my purpose here chanting into dust we are
by LORIN DREXLER
A California born contemporary artist changing the way art is perceived.
Through passion, honesty, and a willingness to share his work, Louis is one of today’s most influential and innovative contemporary artists. After being incarcerated in federal prison for drug-related crimes, Louis found peace while illustrating his artistic road map through a cleansing of his soul and mind. That experience led to him overcoming addiction and immersing himself in art.
With a colorful past to draw on, his work is not merely modern art or street art but modernism told in a voice that drips onto the canvas … or the wall … or a jet. Having been commissioned by some of the most recognized venues throughout the United States including the SoHo House, Viper Room, to painting the Stanley Cup for the Championship team, the Chicago Blackhawks, to raise money for Autism Speaks, his creations are immediately recognizable. Every stroke of the brush or the spray of the can has a story to tell. Louis’ work depicts a poetry seldom seen with an emphasis on creating pieces with meaning.
Recently commissioned to paint a private 12-seater jet in collaboration with Landmark Aviation for the famed Art Basel, Louis is continually reinforcing the essential power of art. His working studio in Los Angeles, The Drip Factory, is the quintessential landscape for Louis’ creations. Whether on a concrete wall somewhere in Los Angeles or the interior of a boutique hotel, Louis Carreon is an Artist that will continue to inspire.
What is Gen Society?
Gen Society is an art space blog for visual art and creative writing collaborations, and other randomizations. Hosted by writer and musician, Lorin Drexler, this online venue is an expressive experience for those interested in the world of the arts. It is a literary journey through the hearts and minds of contemporary artists in practice and a reflection of those that have long passed.
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