It messed with my head because when I worked these up last night, I had to keep looking at #3 and #4 again because I thought 3 went even further into the skull mode than 4 but i'm fairly certain that's the right order. but my eyes kept going back to 3.
I love the idea about glass. you seized on something essential on images on here...the LUMINOSITY of art on a computer screen...that would be a way to achieve it somewhat off the computer...a light-conductive medium like glass...but you're an artist and a savvy manipulator of line and color so of course you would get that...
i start with images where people are presenting themselves as "desirable" or "sexy" and then like to show the inevitable....
we all end up skulls with toupees if we live long enough..
it's amazing how image manipulation programs can do the same things a scalpel would do if you play with them in certain ways...they'll go right down to the bone like forensic scientists..
plus i think i have a skull fetish...not like dahmer...i prefer them in living people...but bone is still sexy...
William Keckler. Poet, Narcissist, Blawger. Sad clairvoyant. Answering machine for the dead. Beep. Formerly, the Valerie Solanas of American poetry blogs. If I owe you an apology, I'm saying it right here. J'accuse la manie. Butthole Whisperer and erstwhile poacher/harvester of ivory. Out of Africa and deepest Harrisburg. Goreyphile from a very early age. Bipolar bear much baited by circus freaks. Let's watch crackheads watch RUGRATS on vintage NICKELODEON.
WHORE PIECE:
Be a whore for a year.
This means a literal whore.
Have sex only for money.
Have sex only with people you despise.
Throw all the money you earn
into the sea late at night.
Come back the next day
and see if any money washed ashore. Complain.
I wish I could say humans move me closer to God, but usually it's the Cocteau Twins. I'm crazy as a Trappist monk talk show.How come nobody ever complains that they're overrated? I have poetry horror stories. I don't hate anyone but human coat hangers get on my nerves. Cliquey sons-'a'-bitches. Son, I am disappoint. The greatest weakness of anything is that it's not something else. Disability niggah. I cannibalized a hipster and I liked it. Pray for me.
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this is my fave.
i would love this to be creating in glass tile and mounted on a wall, like 5 feet tall.
Thanks, Tamela.
Mine too out of the four.
It messed with my head because when I worked these up last night, I had to keep looking at #3 and #4 again because I thought 3 went even further into the skull mode than 4 but i'm fairly certain that's the right order. but my eyes kept going back to 3.
I love the idea about glass. you seized on something essential on images on here...the LUMINOSITY of art on a computer screen...that would be a way to achieve it somewhat off the computer...a light-conductive medium like glass...but you're an artist and a savvy manipulator of line and color so of course you would get that...
i start with images where people are presenting themselves as "desirable" or "sexy" and then like to show the inevitable....
we all end up skulls with toupees if we live long enough..
it's amazing how image manipulation programs can do the same things a scalpel would do if you play with them in certain ways...they'll go right down to the bone like forensic scientists..
plus i think i have a skull fetish...not like dahmer...i prefer them in living people...but bone is still sexy...
"(s)he don't like meat but he sure like da bone"
xo
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