Field notes from an alien 👽
Field notes from an alien 👽
New offerings, favorite things, and exclusive excerpt from my new book
What’s up, friends?
Are we all keeping our heads above water? It seems the world is accelerating with no intentions of slowing down. It’s a lot to deal with, but I believe there is light and transformation at the end of the tunnel. After all, pressure makes a diamond 💎
I’m super excited to share what’s new in my world…
Introducing Re-Creation Studio
Re–Creation Studio is a school and collective at the intersection of creativity, community, and consciousness. We believe that cultivating intuition is just as important to the creative process as action and productivity. Our mission is to awaken the artist and magician inside each individual and inspire conscious creativity in all facets of life.
Current offerings:
New merch collection
I’m excited to announce that I have partnered with Sunshine Shop on a new line of apparel and art. You can shop my collection here.
Virgil Abloh lecture at Harvard Graduate School of Design
Last month the world lost a great artist, Virgil Abloh. Virgil was an amazingly smart conceptual artist who began one of the most renowned fashion designers in the world. This is an excellent lecture he gave at Harvard on the topic of art and design.
And finally… an excerpt from my new book
“Field notes from an alien”
Hello. It’s me, Eshu, from the Sirius galaxy.
I have successfully landed on Earth and infiltrated human civilization. It wasn’t too hard. The people on this planet were far too preoccupied with internal anxieties and petty social disagreements to notice.
Plus, they only seem to believe what their strangely powerful centralized institutions – known as “media” and “government” – tell them to believe, instead of trusting the instinct of their all-knowing hearts.
The planet itself isn’t so bad. It would be beautiful if not for the trash. It seems the people’s disorganized thoughts and emotions have manifested outwardly as social unrest and environmental crisis. I would recommend a collective parasite cleanse, both inside and out.
These humans confuse me. Their reactionary and combustible interpersonal relationships – which value personal ego validation above collective harmony – are not helping them. They don’t seem to understand that they are all part of the same organism and separation from the “other” represents separation from the realized self.
They dedicate their time and energy in strange ways, doing things they’d rather not do, merely to meet the expectations of their peers and to prop up the very system that requires them to do so – a trauma-bond with their own society.
To relax, they stare at television altars to marvel at the scripted misery of others or lazily gaze at athletic reenactments of war. And they wonder why their nervous systems are in a state of perpetual crisis.
It seems they take their superficial masks more seriously than they take their souls. They love to categorize themselves inside boxes – gender, race, religion, sexuality – then fight to defend their box. I imagine their spirits must feel quite claustrophobic.
They chase after the illusion of desire yet don’t appreciate what they have. It’s almost like an addiction to the feeling of emptiness, a belief that they are not complete without the acquisition of an external validation that is never found. This, to me, appears exhausting.
To be honest, I’m surprised they’re doing as well as they are. It’s a miracle they haven’t exterminated themselves. And despite the obvious flaws in their civilization, many have managed to look within to find a guiding light inside. They laugh and dance and make love and sing and pray in pursuit of ecstasy to counterbalance their agony. The idea of sacred celebration, however, is still rare, and hasn’t yet gone viral in the species.
I don’t imagine I’ll be staying here much longer. The food is pedestrian and there’s not much more to learn. Humans, it turns out, are rather predictable. The regular people will continue fighting over scraps of resources and ideology while the wealthy vultures feast on the dead.
At some point we should consider direct intervention. They could certainly use our help. But not yet.
They’re not ready.
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