Warning: Before Reading This Story...
Ask for PROTECTION from the images herein.
Here is Part 1 of this story.
Taking A Moment To Redefine What An Artist IS:
I am going to segway a moment to "artists", as an asside topic. Looking back on all my experiences up to this point, I now view artists as Shamans. In the beginning, artists portrayed on cave walls the Vision of the tribe before the hunt, their goal for survival.
Later, Shamans used images and signs from nature, vision quests and dreams, to discover what the future held...
Or as in Sumer - they documented their own creation on clay tablets...
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Nowadays, an artist is encouraged to paint pictures of nature or super-realistic images likened to photographs or portraits. A "good" artist is someone who can replicate what exists in the 3rd dimensional reality.
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In "art school" there is the "conceptual" artist that is encouraged - it is really the "Emporer's New Clothes" of the art world.
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or the most risque topics and movements, ie Feminism are moved forward as with the performance feminist art of the 70s - women naked on stage pulling scrolls out of their vagina -
Judy Chicago, The Dinner Party
or painting pictures of women's genitalia on dinner plates...shock - scandal...
Another art form of the people, is of course, tattooing... this is something I am currently doing ... it's a way to bring art back to the common people once again.
And of course nowadays, Satanic Ritual is considered performance art
All of these forms of "art" are a long way away from the Co-Creators that artists actually ARE, based on my experience. I have come a long way down this path to my new truth, where I see myself as a person who can help another person embody God in healing and exorsize demonic possession through image and sigil making.
The Dark Occult
They don't want us to know the occulted knowledge of embodying spirit within a mark made by a mark-maker on a substrate, and that we have that power at our disposal. They want us to paint pretty flowers, or amuse ourselves with egoic concepts that matter not at all while they use the knowledge as a power differential to rule over us, violating Natural Law.
Back to my story...
The summer class ended August 1, 1983. I had been set free in the last class by drawing the Devil Mask ... I was not ready for it to all end. I needed to be in the presence of the Mask which had given me a new Freedom...and under who's spell, I lingered.
So I got drunk and hooked up with the teacher who was in possession of the mask... and stayed with him at his place for another month before returning to Manhattan, where I lived on 109th and Riverside Drive.
I spent that whole month of August drinking and drawing pictures of El Diablo...
...with the new love of my life, teacher-dude...
... of course, I was just using him to be near the Mask...
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At some point in there, he ran out of booze and went into withdrawals and had hallucinations, and I decided things were a little too far gone for me, so I broke up with him, and the mask, and went back to the city...where I lived and worked as a freelance editorial illustrator...
http://joannawhitney.weebly.com/commercial.html
At that point I had enough drawings and photographs of the mask to satiate my desires...and I forgot about the mask and my experiences for a while...
Stay tuned for Part 3...