Saturday, October 29, 2011

"Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love."-Georges Bataille


Saturday, October 1, 2011

we pay a high price

This is the price we pay
for scavenging through the devil's pocket
rife with soot and lint and malice
I'm through forewarning, go on, have it
Have it all, submerge yourselves
Have it all, the deceit, the wealth
But deals with the devil
don't come around too often
and his insidious charm?
Proceed with caution
The fetid scent of artifice transmutes itself
into raging creatures of the night
And if the sleep of reason produces Goya's monsters
I must admonish you, prepare yourselves for an apocalyptic fight

the pure state of mind

The dilapidated mind transmuted into monumental industrial architecture. The synapses of a lunatic's, intrinsically artistic, mind.

oh, repression...

Dara Scully



If "Where the Wild Things Are" and literary "Alice in Wonderland" were to fuse and be transposed within a pictorial frame, its physiognomy would resemble something quite similar to the afore-posted photographs. Idle gossiping with brutish and savage creatures, deliberately exaggerated diminutive objects that seem to insinuate mankind's tendency to self-aggrandize, and flights of fancy (quite literally) conflate and evoke fantastical and whimsical sentiments within the viewer. I adore this native Swedish photographer.