Max Benjamin
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‘Steady as she goes’
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Sucker For Pain
“I’m devoted to my own destruction
A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction
I’m dying slow but the devil tryna rush me
See I’m a fool for pain, I’m a dummy
Might cut my head off right after I slit my throat
Tongue kiss a shark, got jealous bitches up in the boat
Eating peanut butter and jelly fishes on toast
And if I get stung I get stoked, might choke
Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal
Naked in the North Pole
That’s why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul
And only Lord knows when I’m coming to the crossroads
So I don’t fear shit but tomorrow
And I’m a sucker for pain, it ain’t nothing but pain
You just fuckin’ complain, you ain’t tough as you claim
Just stay up in your lane, just don’t fuck with me
I'mma jump from a plane or stand in front of a train
Cause I’m a sucker for pain…” -
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We gon’ see the future first
Living so the last night feels like a past life
Speaking of the,
I don’t know what got into people
Devil be possessin friends
Demons try to body jump
Why you think I’m in this b-tch wearing a f-cking Yarmulke…
Acid on me like the rain
Weed crumbles in the glitter
Rain, glitter
We laid out on this wet floor
Away turf, no Astro
Mesmerized how the strobes glow
Look at all the people feet dance
I know that your guy came with you
But he’s not with you… -
Jungle/tropical blog
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Tel Aviv Beach, Israel
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The Island
( Photography by C.D.K )
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The Tree of Life series began in the winter of 2006. It was a freezing winter with bitter winds. I saw a glimpse of green at the tip of a bare branch. “Did I really see it then?” Whatever it might have been that I saw, a seed of life must have been embedded inside that dry branch devoid of vitality, like all the trees that have to endure the long, barren winter. Although not clearly visible, it is without doubt that this vitality exists. This is not the only invisible thing that exists in this world! This was a kind of awakening.Awareness of something that exists in spite of its invisibility.
With light, I have been painting something that exists despite its invisible nature; places that correspond to the visible world, places beyond our sensual cognition, profoundly mysterious places that nevertheless cannot be separated from our world of cognition. Painting with light is the body, mind, and the soul harmoniously following the rhythm; it was an act of delivering positive energy felt by the body, rather than creating something from nothing.
Text by artist.
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