Series Title: “Kenosha — A police killing during covid hits a nerve in the neighborhood”.
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The message was clear. It just needed to get dark first. Plans were made. Gas masks had been outfitted. Tear gas had been brought by the sheriffs. Photographs would have to be taken.
The true colors of America. mixed as fuck. Down and out, but not downtrodden.
Three levels of a photograph. Three jobs. Securing the Kenosha County Court House. The sheriffs department unpacking. And blurred in the foreground, a music video in production, an Asian holding his or her crotch and rapping. That situation caught my eye.
Ass & a rap video. Cops being cops. And some cheesehead workers boarding up the County Court House. I'd say that's a recipe for a banger of a music video.
True!!!!
It was a time of pent up energy. Aa cop killing that united the community during a pandemic. There were plenty of peaceful protests and a peaceful parade in Kenosha.
Dreaming of other places.
Dreaming of other places #2
Two worlds, two truths?
An understandable examination and explanation. Pointing fingers is always serious. Nobody enjoys the talkin' to.
When the State brings the Muscle. I just keep thinking of what I could do with that amazing machine if I was in a Hollywood movie!
Fire and photography. A wet dream. Adrenaline is maxed out. We are truly living. Then the gas hits you and it's officially time to run!!
I felt like I was in the movie The Terminator. The huge hot Dump truck blazing,
But this wasn't a movie. This was real life. There was real danger. Law and order had evaporated. It was a hot day. Shit was burnin all over the place. Everybody was on edge. Life was on pause because of the pandemic and then this explosion of fire.
The Second hand furniture store ablaze.
The State and it's muscle, suddenly, breathing more hot fumes down your neck. The sound of fire and a loud diesel engine rumbling is menacing. What happens next? Is it time to run?
You see the painting. The painting unfolds. You try to create art in the middle of this mayhem. You saw and you saved it. Now how to sell it?
The Dept. of Corrections on fire. Again, like in a movie I stand and watch this unfold. I take a photograph. Spray paint reads Rusten Sheskey you did this. An arrow points to the fire. Sheskey was the cop that shot Jacob Blake in the back. Shouts of joy all over as this fire burnt.
Photographs unfolding like magic before my eyes.
Some sort of power. Not so sure it's the right kind with burning shit in the background.
Burning Cars with a painters touch. Again a strange feeling of being in the movie the Terminator.
Watching the neighborhood burn. Probably been watching the neighborhood for 50 years.
Everybody watching the town burn. Including the muscle.
Three table spoons of color, four cups of smoke, seven silhouettes, two burning businesses, a riot control vehicle. Kenosha bleeding color.
Watching your neighborhood burn can't be a good feeling.
Another painting "Small town America catches fire." Reason: don't be a trigger happy cop."
It's unbelievable and it's sickening how long this rot has been infecting us all with absolute shit government.
Charred tire as a painting.
An entire lot of cars had burnt. Again I imagined this as a painting.
Like a painting in a dystopian America. Burnt from the inside. Note the church in the background.
Antifa? Not sure who this was. Not sure what he was trying to say or sell? But he was busy waving the flag and I wasn't about to ask.
The neighborhood was angry and it was understandable.
Meanwhile everyone in town was nervous about losing their business. A flowering of art over boarded up companies.
Self-Portrait
Are all votes created equal?
Kids live upstairs (so please don't burn it down).
“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years” Abraham Lincoln.
I'll take an Anarchist over a Trump bootlicker any day of the week.
All that's left of the County Jail.
They boarded up the local retirement home with the old neighbors in it. I think it's the saddest photograph I ever took. If they try to do this with me in 40 years, I will make a break for it and never look back.
Charred candy in a business that burned the night before.
Like the Russians that shed tears when Stalin the butcher died. Some people are too far gone.
I wanted to get up close and personal with the enemy.
The reverend doing reverend things and then doing pushups for some reason.
A surreal photograph that looks like an A.I. hallucination. But it isn't...
Trump shows up to stoke the fire. Can't believe over 70 million Americans voted for this felon.
A neighborhood feud.
A white supremacist getting run outta town.