all that we see? o please

I saw a figure staggering peciuliar in the distance and I thought “hrrm looks like Raelene from 6th grade” and as the figure drew closer I became aware that it was indeed Raelene from 6th grade. Memory is so fucking weird, I didn’t even know her, she was just another individual in my class.

deep.

water.

whoa hello colour

Some experiments – Much play! Much fun! Much good! mmmhmmm. I can use colour, I just don’t usually and I think that you (or more so I think that I) need(ed) to focus on creating images that are strong and work well without it before bringing it in to accentuate the overall thang.

Starting with the Major Arcana

after seeing the tarot experiments of Oliver Hibert, I was reminded of, for how long I have been wanting to design my own tarot deck (I also want to do it as a collaborative project with multiple artists too, but that’s a whole other venture). Anyway, so I decided that now is a better time than any. They’re not all complete yet and they’re only poor quality phone photos (have had a string of immense technical disasters but that too is an entirely different story) but you get the gist. There’s currently 2 versions of ‘the lovers’ card. I may colour them down the track but at the moment I’m focusing on contrast and chiaroscuro (haha a term I had almost forgotten, despite always using it)

**W@RHE@D**

Rot your teeth!/Lathering the seafarer/Where you wander through the ectoplasmic hieroglyph/Where you turn and breathe…
Steep/Brooding/In the cool waters of your mind/Before/Before the ball drops and the whole damn bang is/Poised on the television screen/In the house/A riot/Poised to cream/On fire/Wild/Wired/Transpired/As a child.

 

I have another animation sketch I wanted to post… but it seems I’ve reached my max weekly upload limit ;/ thank you internet vimeo machine god.

the perfect seed

weightless she, permeating through a fold
dispersing the saliva of a postmodern toad
burnt acid in his magnet mold
and therein resides a scene to decode
retching gallons
of water gushing down a moonlit road
gallons ethereal
from the glowing hands of miniature souls

blue stepping wild
in the wet caverns of descent