Just a dark fantasy, a tingle of light from the fringe of a foggy memory.
It’s the worse part of me and the best part of my life.
“Return unto thy science,
Which wills, that as the thing more perfect is,
The more it feels of pleasure and of pain.”
Read about him HERE
‘with figures, with conceptual schemes that are familiar to me to the point of obsession and yet remain no less secret, young and still to come for me’
Read the article in the Gothamist here
All works, no matter what or by whom painted, are nothing but bagatelles and childish trifles… unless they are made and painted from life, and there can be nothing… better than to follow nature.
Her pictures of lovers and paintings from the Louvre blossomed before my eyes: I saw Goldin transform herself into a living raw nerve
So this is where tax money goes?
stories and pictures:
A Little Fable
“ALAS,” said the mouse, “the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when at last I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into.” “You only need to change your direction,” said the cat, and ate it up.
The House of the Deaf Man
A layout of Goya’s house showing his “black paintings” in their original positions in his house:
Goya has always been a favorite of mine, and I often reference him when writing about narrative. “Saturn devouring his Son”, was the inspiration behind my work with monsters.
“No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don’t want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life’s change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.”
play the slideshow, it’s great!