anamnesiaddicts vs the polywogs, or, WarOnMoonBeach

brand new large cradled clayboard... thinking i'll be extending that last series of clayboards from 5 to 7 since this is the same size & fits the aesthetic, and i only fux with prime numbers (biggups keith dickey). wasted a whole day trying to get a proper image for this piece... scrapped all my attempts after going insane, came back to it 2 weeks later and it was no thang... glad i didn't rush the shitty pics out there cuz i love this piece, and i created the word (to the best of my knowledge) anamnesiaddict while painting it, as in one addicted to the act of remembering who you really, truly are - infinite motherfucking consciousness not some helpless schlub meat puppet whose life is determined by soul sucking reptilians and inbred bloodlines. biggups to philip k. dick and david icke. the empire never ended... remember who you are... the sub-title is from rupert thomson's riveting novel The Five Gates of Hell which i read while painting this...