SHE

She looked off INTO the distance as if she KNEW the future...
She looked off INTO the distance as if she had LOST her future...
She looked off INTO the distance as if she had NO future...
She looked off INTO the distance as if she had A future...
She opened her eyes and saw her future smiling back at her.


All Artwork by Jesse Irish Johnson
(acrylic on canvas some mixed media, 2006-2010)

The Man

There is a man watching, but he is just that, a man.

Artwork by Jesse Irish Johnson
(acrylic on canvas 2010)

I recently made an animated film, it's a mixed media film using paintings, drawings, clamation, stopmotion, cutout, and some digitally rendered images... the following is the link to my film on Vimeo. Enjoy and if you have a Vimeo account and like it "like" it for me ;-)

http://www.vimeo.com/17631625

enjoy!

and then it happened...

suddenly as autumn turns to winter

the beautiful bright colors fade away again to grey

and sadly you know the weather has nothing to do with it

just the end of a beautiful trip

now one must return to the dreary dim that is his home.

good night again dear monsters.

collective waste-Every Time (cum2church)

San Francisco Pride 2010 { the documentary } from Ancient Astronaut on Vimeo.

This is a documentary that was filmed when I was in San Fransisco with some of my closest friends, and I helped out with this film. Sara Landas did a wonderful job in putting this whole thing together and you can visit her website at: http://www.saralandas.com/

Revelations, Robotic sanity - revolt

It felt like I was dying. But the feeling wasn’t something new. It’s something I’ve felt for as far back as I can remember but I’ve just grown used to it. And in those moments when I can’t breath and I feel life being pulled out of every atom that is mine, I start to analyze. And that’s the worst part, the analyzing. Because then it’s as if I’m narrating my own life, as if my life has already happened and I have already been defeated because there’s never anything that helps me. There’s never anything that makes me smile and stays. It all leaves just as quickly as it comes in and I’m left here a simple void, an empty shadow that is only seen once in a while. In your understanding you can breathe again. You can continue to function as a robot, a slave to a system you had no choice or knowledge of placement, you were just expected to function. An over worked blind machine begging for an apocalypse for maybe then they’ll find peace. But no one ever does anything about the ones who try shot down by their brethren. The idea of revolution is dead and in its place: robots. If there’s a beating human heart out there who knows otherwise then where are you? For I see before me an army just no one to lead them, no cause to persuade their heart, no truth in a world of deception. Tell me where to go, or what to do to be free and I’ll do it. Anything is better than nothing at all.