Factory farmed animals endure a miserable, tortured life, maybe the worst on the planet. Overcrowding, force-feeding, zero grazing, solely indoors, body mutilations, machine attachments, separation from birth, terrifying slaughter.
I do eat meat and hang my head low as I partake in this way of living. I struggle with my hypocrisy and feel certain that consuming the dispirited animal somehow enters my soul and I am forever scarred. I do feel healthier however, with a complex diet and have had to grapple w meat-eating issues. I realize however, as I watch the bird eat her worm, that it’s the abuse and recklessness we humans are so capable of that bothers me the most. To capitalize blindly turning away from the unbearable truth of it all. For now, I'll continue w my diet but try hard to buy from sources where the animal has lived a normal humane life. It's expensive, yet I’d like to think of meat as a special treat not staple. This painting speaks of so much more environmental impacts but that’s enough explaining for now.