Ezekiel Wheel Mr. Fuck “God is Every fucking man.”

“And the word of the lord came to me:
Mortal, prophesy and say: thus says the Lord; Say:
A sword, a sword is sharpened,
it is also polished;
It is sharpened for slaughter,
honed to flash like lightning!
How can we make merry?
You have despised the rod.”
~ EZEKIEL 21 8-10.

I never will forget when my oldest son and I read from the bible a certain part about Ezekiel’s Wheel. I often overlooked elements of war but in the bible our patriarchs are ruthless bastards. And so is Ezekiel’s Wheel.

A prelude to war. Fucking race gods fighting each other through their human pawns, a big cosmic game of chess.

This may seem esoteric because it is.
Recently Mr. Fuck and I were going through some of the Flopside cOmics and images, and we came upon a couple that he loved so much. We’ laughed aloud’ like we used to in time of grieving and wild exuberance.
There is more to this image, it was inspired by Human (Steve Pfauter) during one of our online conversations. We were talking about women singers of the 60s and 70s. And we moved into talking about the Goddess. I mentioned the quote “The Goddess is Every Woman” by a well-known Jungian therapist Jean Shinoda Bolen. He said that it was not fair and replied,

“The God is every man.” We enjoyed this back and forth and often later I would get a message stated,

“Hud, you know I’m just messing with you, having a little fun, nothing serious!”

Next watercolor is inspired by some of the guys from the Scotland Yard Pub in Canoga Park California. I was going through some grieving times of parents getting old and dying.

The punk rock nostalgia wave was just beginning to hit around 2007, and they still had DJs at the pub who played from their record collections, often prime 1980s punk. Some of the fellas influenced me in a pleasant way. But I did drink too much and began smoking for a brief time.

It was a relieving an offbeat microcosm of how the punk scene once was for me during my youthful rebellion.
To the songs and the great individuals and toxicologists at the pub. Thanks for helping me through some rough times. Mr. Fuck was often in the dark corner grinning asking for a lite after hours. Who knows maybe he is an offbeat shadow of my psyche.