I started painting this after Michael Jackson’s untimely demise. It was devastating for me. I didn’t get to go to his funeral either, I wish I had gone because they changed their minds and let people in and I would have gotten to go in.
You see, I was raised Jehovah’s Witness. MJ and I have a connection. When he was disfellowshipped I was no longer allowed to listen to his music. My family was very strict. Peter Appleton an elder from his congregation harassed me when I was dating my first girl friend who was coming to meetings but who hadn’t been baptized. He threatened to disfellowship me if I didn’t stop seeing her. It was ironic because he had 7 ex-wives and 20 children none of whom had ever been baptized and yet he was in good standing. I sold all of my shit and disappeared to Washington state with my fiance. Things didn’t work out and I ended up on the street. I felt literally no connection with my family so I never even thought to call them. Everybody thought I was dead and I am glad. I am dead to them.
Long story short I ended up moving to Woodland Hills and I got hired at Whole Foods. On the way to work I would drive past MJ’s congregation, it was a weird coincidence. I also ran into one of his brothers, Tito, he was unpleasant.
I know that Michael was attracted to boys that age because he wanted to save himself at that age. He was sympathetic to them being a child star as he was with an overbearing father. He was trying to rescue himself by rescuing them. I know what it is like to be a misunderstood ecstatic mystic. He wasn’t trying to throw his baby over the balcony he was enthusiastic, he wanted to share his happiness with the people that loved him. He would never hurt that baby, he loved it more than his own life. He just wasn’t thinking about how he looked he was thinking about how he felt.
I feel bad for people like Michael and Tom Cruise. I think about what a man has to do to try to ensure he has access to his kids in this day and age when you are rich and powerful and male and everybody wants a piece of you. You want to be an influence in their lives. This culture hates masculinity, intelligence, and talent. We are surrounded by morons that feel thwarted by their lack of…. everything, but especially talent. It is as though they think awesomeness is a finite resource and people like us and Charlie Sheen are using too much of it.
Michael Jackson was a Maha Jagad Guru a world teacher. He touched every person in the world. He changed global culture. He was a creative Genius. He was in his way a shaktipat guru.
Light of the world is done as a visual homage to Shiva Nataraja. MJ is dancing in the sun. See Michael and I are named after the same namesake Joxua was Jesus name when he was incarnate, but Witnesses believe that before he incarnated he was the archangel Michael, so the synchronicities never really cease. I was always hoping that maybe Janet Jackson would buy this from me. I feel that she and his children are the one’s that received his guru grace. He passed on his spiritual lineage to them. Even now I am tearing up as I write this. It is cathartic. I get so much shit for my feelings about Michael, but that doesn’t stop me. I don’t care, haters gonna hate.