energy

I remember holding my conch shell in my teen bedroom and putting it down as I grabbed my pencil in the actualization of this concept that was coming around, thoughts of energy building to a point, thoughts of aggression towards existence, I had this silly putty type toy that when you stretched the stuff apart little specks would statically fly off the ripped point, which helped me with the tip. I hate to say it but it was also a sort of "f*** you, God" to be taken instead as f*** anything that would make a prison of my body. there was more detail on the surrounding canvas, but this one was stolen from a storage room at a shelter, memory stick was erased by someone I was with for a while. there was a drawing of my face to the left of it with an elephant trunk off the mouth going around and up into the shell, two children were sitting attached at the hips like conjoined twins and one was choking the other, there was a tiny child coming out of a circle, that bottom left part is the top of a bunny/scissors/duck in the style of Bunny, my stuffed rabbit. I still have the part that shows the woman on cross and tree woman pointing in front of her, she was facing the twins. also, I see the arms as drawing themselves in, collecting souls to project them to heaven, bringing things back in instead of bleeding them out, (why avoid the overpopulation word now?)