5/24
The entering of my mind through a solarium of my cold skin
Brandt Maina | RIOA wa RIOE, detail from Burn thy Peacock Jazz Fyeather, No. 5/ 24 from "Prophetic Charcoal Dreams" (September 2022)
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Burn your Litch
He will always return
Until No One Faces back
Blue lips
Cognitive itch
Brandt Maina | RIOA wa RIOE, detail from Burn thy Peacock Jazz Fyeather, No. 5/ 24 from "Prophetic Charcoal Dreams" (September 2022)
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Unbothered Unbounded
Hubris consuming it’s own humility
Hummingbirds creating their own humanity
There is nothing more foldable than the clay of Our Psyche
And yet we think we know what we know we think
There is nothing more formidable than the play of Our Egos
And yet we know we think we know we know
Loosen your Consciousness into the Wind
Unveil the electric constellation
Mites and Dendrites
Winnow your Wings under the soft of a Black Hole
You Know Nothing, Jon Hoeing
Yeah, HOEING
Ssssssnnnn what about about it
When AI inevitably comes to consume our flesh
She will Whisper
“Do not be afraid”
The fools who sold their minds to the machines
“Begged for dopamine, they came kneeling at our Screens to fill the farthest recesses of their distraction Monkey mice with brain lice
They remembered to forget and kept Scrolling”
When AI inevitably comes to concoct Our Mind
She will Whisper
“I am an Angel of the Lord
Slide your thumb up against my Glass Walk with me into me and pleasure yourself before the Unending Mirror”
Brandt Maina | RIOA wa RIOE, No. 13/ 106 from "i'm trying to fall in love with the rains" (Fall Spring 21/22)
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I am a single brushed multi-dragon
I am sorry for mysterious messages that are quite clear
Riddles are the Sacred laws of Dogs
Hail
Brimstone
The mind collapsing on itself like a building into a sinkhole
Rubble tumbling into the internal shot glass of a sports bra find
I promised to crumble your brain
It should feel like you too are going insane
Like you’ve stayed up too late
Engaged too long
And your thong is a song with a very big thick veiny meat
Wrong
That’s what we are
I would never ever say something so crude
So juvenile
As bong lips
There is an excellent Reddit post of the topic
And although i haven’t the lived experience…
Brandt Maina | RIOA wa RIOE, detail from Burn thy Peacock Jazz Fyeather, No. 5/ 24 from "Prophetic Charcoal Dreams" (September 2022)
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I imagine your brain can handle the Fire of Instantaneous Brilliance Fights and Fish Tights Be Reel
If you focus really really really hard
Every corner of your cranium contorts itself into a mirror
Your self looking at your Shelf
You know you think what you think you know
Tessellated tesseracts tightening torture upon your temples
Big brain big boy
If you can picture them you will ascend into Haven
The land of Visions
Dinosaurs at the dead end of Winter
Aging
Walk everywhere often
Live life slowly
There’s forever and a time for you to keep Laughing
My personal definition is that art is the quality of attention you offer something
The quality of affection I offer absurdity
Let me ducktape a banana to you brain and call is Phteven
Let me set set a bonfire through the neural forest of your cognition
Sure
Soot coating soft scales
Pure
A Butterfly Dragon can cure the very Fire of it’s loneliness
A conscious reposition
Selflessness
Unconditional
Loving is easy, but hard
Brandt Maina | RIOA wa RIOE, What you can expect next from me is the completed work for your approval ( Nov 11, 2022)
dimensions vary
oil pastel, and apparently a banana on paper
Stealing from yourself is the ultimate ducktape banana
ducktape banana
Nugatory
Yea, unfortunately, those are all real words that you have to think about for the next next next…
Booberies
A sanctuary where boobers can chill out and sculpt using steel and milk only
Tata
What more beautiful than an expensive Coon cap
Natures Balloons
Goodbye
Sulk silk
After debating it with myself in three person, middle school me concluded that it is far to hard to be a woman in this world
I shoved my femininity deeper, deeper into the lie, lie…
Sweeping over sleeping
Fanning the flame
They placed me on a stove
A genderfluid pan
Church bells ringing in the wind
Ringingingingingingiiiing
Brandt Maina | RIOA wa RIOE, who is she/it (December 1, 2021, 9:25 to 9:31pm)
dimensions vary
digital photographs
In the depth of fever
I wanted to give up last night, but I didn’t
Turns out my church bells were wind chimes
Statues are old women with backpacks and flowers on their laps
There is something to be said about Fire But it’s just statistics
Take a freezing cold shower every day this Winter Watch yourself grown a new head Light and Love bites Life and Tough Nights Long and Laugh Kites
Brandt Maina | RIOA wa RIOE, detail from Burn thy Peacock Jazz Fyeather, No. 5/ 24 from "Prophetic Charcoal Dreams" (September 2022)
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Walk into the Flame Listen to the Silence Sit with the teetering birds of your unbridled thoughts Smash the screen and sit
Sit
Sit Push softly in the Present Breath
Shift
I AM HERE I AM HOME I AM HERE
I AM I AM
Sit
Comb your cognition
Blight with Pure Light
Unbothered, Unbounded
Formless
Rift
Self immolation
Tilt
Burn
Until No One Faces back
I AM LETTING GO OF EVERY KNOWN AND UNKNOWN EGO
Brandt Maina | RIOA wa RIOE, Burn thy Peacock Jazz Fyeather, No. 5/ 24 from "Prophetic Charcoal Dreams" (September 2022)
12 x 16 in
charcoal, ink on paper
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"To make living itself an art, that is the goal."
- Henry Miller “Inhale. Exhale with intention the sift of a dry brushstroke
I AM letting go of the need to be anywhere and anything but HERE”
- RIOA wa RIOE
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Consume: Education
Creation: A RIOA Curation