I was gifted an original framed Geoff McFetridge drawing from working on the film just before moving to Hawaii. I really don't like the image or energy it emits. Like, at all. It's for the same reasons I felt called to make it very clear that I had no say in the film's poster.
I tried to do something I thought was more positive by donating it. I asked Artsy if they could do a charity sale. I spoke to a local art school. A local skate shop. I even emailed Rotten Tomatoes to see if they could connect me to a reviewer who watched the film multiple times so I could just give it to them.
I was met with no response or dragging feet by everyone.
Yesterday, I was like dude... fuck this thing. Why am I being made to feel like I'm even supposed to value this? That film siphoned enough of my energy and investment and this has turned into another job I don't want.
I'm not selling it on Ebay. I don't care that I've got $66 on my EBT right now and that shit doesn't refill for weeks.
Buying or keeping art as a financial investment is blasphemy. It's time to put this closed off mope in the desert to sleep.
Also, I have an even further evolved perspective on that whole commentary I wrote about working on the film. I've made that post public again. If you caught the follow up post called 'Phoenix', that's the one that's been taken down now.
This isn't flip flopping. It's called growth and it's not always linear or pretty.
Destruction is a form of creation and those Chinese drone shows are just preparing our consciousness for the real deal as we ascend (not that they're even consciously aware of that fact themselves yet). Thanks for your guidance on this one guys 🐉 What a year it will be.
Every time I hear this song I will forever be expecting to hear the Teletubbies. The hour is near sweet dear ones and that boomerang is coming back any day now 🪃 💰
Also, I drew this the other day. This is why I don't like the trailer and I have many issues with the movie...
