Almost finished painting- acrylic on canvass.
The state and corporate power looks hard to watch every single one of us,
It looks so hard that it misses out the hidden places, the places it can't see.
Inside the disused factories, the estates, the squats, the free places in the world and within ourselves.
There we find the cracks in the machine of war and profit and sink our roots until we're strong enough to grow and make even bigger, deeper cracks.
Root after root, tree after tree, movement after movement, idea built on idea until the whole artificial structure shakes.
And the machine with it's cogs and wheels can't even see us, because a machine can't possibly understand things that move so organically to really be able to see.
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