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Using the door, which was centrally placed in the wall like a mouth, the artists had sprayed a single, vast head onto the stripped plaster. The painting was more adroit than most she had seen, rife with detail that lent the image an unsettling veracity. The cheekbones jutting through skin the color of buttermilk; the teeth, sharpened to irregular points, all converging on the door. The sitter’s eyes were, owing to the room’s low ceiling, set mere inches above the upper lip, but this physical adjustment only lent force to the image, giving the impression that he had thrown his head back. Knotted strands of his hair snaked from his scalp across the ceiling. Was it a portrait? There was something naggingly specific in the details of the brows and the lines around the wide mouth; in the careful picturing of those vicious teeth. A nightmare certainly: a facsimile, perhaps, of something from a heroin fugue. Whatever its origins, it was potent. Even the illusion of door-as-mouth worked. The short passageway between living room and bedroom offered a passable throat, with a tattered lamp in lieu of tonsils. Beyond the gullet, the day burned white in the nightmare’s belly. The whole effect brought to mind a ghost train painting. The same heroic deformity, the same unashamed intention to scare. And it worked; she stood in the bedroom almost stupefied by the picture, its red-rimmed eyes fixing her mercilessly.
Plaster and spraypaint, mottled with buttermilk – sweet, chalky, and edging on sickly. White and golden amber beams of daylight pour through the belly of the scent, while oakmoss and Spanish moss add a touch of decay.
Elections impact so much of our daily lives, from the taxes we pay to the rights we possess. Elections determine the quality of the air that we breathe, the extent of our bodily autonomy, who can or cannot get married, whether our roads are paved, whether we have water we can drink. There is nothing in our lives that isn’t touched by politics, and for many of us the act of simply being alive is a political act.
Sometimes it may feel like your vote doesn’t matter, but it does. If it didn’t matter, there wouldn’t be such a powerful effort to suppress the vote. Your vote is your voice; it is an opportunity to shape the world that you live in. It is a vital step in ensuring the safety, security, and health of your community, your loved ones, and yourself.
Vote in every election, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem. Yeah, the Presidential elections are exciting and world-shaking, but in many ways it’s the downballot races and propositions that have a more immediate effect on your life. Vote, encourage your network to vote. If enough of us use our power for good, there is nothing that can stop us from making the world a kinder, brighter, more compassionate place for all.
1.5″ round button, artwork by Aristotle Pramagioulis.
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