y’all wanna evolve?
Announcing the
Attenborough Ark
An illustrated endeavor to dream up a post-apocalyptic world for a tender-hearted humankind.
y’all ready to inherit the earth?
Landmass Materials
New Tide version
Since I can’t afford to live in this abusive society no matter what I do…I’ll have to build a new world.
(Poverty is Hate)
…You
are
my
cancer.
A trashipelago
The Ark will be several illustrated experimental land-masses made from refuse and whatever else I dream up…Dream up because there’s no real way to escape american poverty, its seems one can only trade for a different type of poverty.
this society is hell. will death be as disappointing as you? Am I already dead and in hell? poverty is hell. and you make poverty. it’s a by-product of the expensive. a cancer
I was born before my time.
Which is to say,
I wish I was never born.
I am S. Edith Ware, a small impoverished (north) american woman, in my fourth decade.
I’ve tried many ways to afford being alive but it’s one bout of financial and sexual humiliation after another in this violent judeo-christian society that is unfair on purpose so I am going to try and draw up a safe zone.
My original intention was to create an artist run non-profit raising money for housing solutions. But now, its the same but make it religion.
a new religion. a religion worthy of my humanity.
for the protection. for the relief of having something to combat the abrahamic brothers chaos. it seems they worship suffering.
die for your own sins
unnatural predators
I am afraid of you
I am going to tell you about my wasted life. overwhelmed by leeches.
Heavy careless leeches.
And then you may understand why I need to create a safe zone.
I wanted to create a non-profit creating housing solutions (I’ve been unhoused since I was 11 years old.)
but after getting started, I feel stupid trying anything. you’ve made hell. on my familys folded up flags, you’ve made hell.
It’s hard to do anything here but suffer.
My life has been a series of being pushed down and cornered by people who have more than me.
what a waste.
my disappointment in you is religious.
you’ve made hell.
I am making a new religion. A new safe zone.
Art is my religion. (I got that from John Jeremy’s documentary film, “Jazz Is Our Religion" (1972).
I am afraid of you. unless you recognise what I am saying then lets make something new.
I’ll start with crying in public. So you know who you’re dealing with…
