Ariel Anderssen VS The Moon
@ArielAnderssen
@RElegance
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That Feeling When it is 7pm EST on a Black Monday and She is Grateful for Your Attentions
Photo credit TK.
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“WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!”
It means: repairing a beloved book for a beloved son.
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Now, THIS is More My Idea of a Christmas Morning
Music by Nox Arcana. It’s very VIY. But I think this little film freaking rules.
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Nocturnal Emissions Duesday Edition
Mark of the Borgia (Variation 1), William Mortensen, 1927
It warms my heart that lonely (and singular!) souls find my lonely (and singular!) site in search of something that might grant them a form of transcendence. No, really—it does. I have excellent taste. I only post “good shit.” Erotic, tasteful. Respectful.
So I was intrigued when a friend recommended the work of Gary Parsons.
“Intrigued” is probably the wrong word. More like “challenged.” Because this wasn’t “anime girls chair tied,” not a cheap hubba hubba bondage turn-on. This was challenging and troubling work.
I have known and continue to know Cutters. A few of them men. Most of them women.
It is, in my own fumbling words, intensely private, and not something done for observers. It is a physical and emotional and intensely spiritual release, that I think —I think— I understand intellectually. The pain, the release. The previously unmarred and “perfect” skin.
But damn if I want to watch a woman I love, or a man I like, fucking slice their skin open.
It is not a turn-on.
So that’s why I am more challenged than intrigued w/ Mr Parson’s work, and that is why I share it with you tonight. Because art is supposed to challenge and trouble us.
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for your listening pleasure
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Ellen Rogers, “Bella 7,” from MINISTRY, September 23 2015
I bought some film in Norwich many moons ago; it was out of date, Soviet era film from Russia that somehow ended up in a local haunt of mine, this film was 40 years out of date…
I had to push these films, I worked hard on them, with bromide and homemade recipes to get even something out of them, and one roll was lost.
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Une Galerie de Filles Désirables…
…which is laughably and intentionally pretentious but let’s face it, calling this feature ANYTHING other than “Sexy Girls” is a step up.
Je suis une mauvaise personne et je présente mes excuses à l’avance. I am an evil person and I apologize in advance. Some of the pics appearing here are uncredited. If you are the creator of such an image, I will rectify matters immédiatement and hurl myself upon the cliffs of pain. Promise.
In the future, Une Galerie de Filles Désirables will appear in my webzine ANGRY MORON because that rag needs all the class it can slurp up off the floor. Eeeyew.
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Brad Kunkle
Unknown
Taro
Brille Petite Toile
Aroeirapura
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Return of The Creep
Baxter and Brunner, The 10 Commandments, 1956
I’ve ignored my tumblr account, The Creep in the Art Department, for far too long. The posting and sharing of pretty, pretty pictures really does soothe a base neurological disorder in my wracked and troubled brain. It was dumb and lazy of me to wander away. Like Moses, wandering in the waste for Satan knows how many years. Now I have returned to demand, “Pharaoh, LET MY PICTURES GO.”
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I Am Binging on Episodes of INTERVENTION and You Can Not Stop Me
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The Creep in the Art Department is beside himself, blown away by the image above. He says, “Holy fucking shit, would you look at this?! Watching INTERVENTION and ya hit pause and walk away and come back and WHOA. LOOK at THAT. It’s just a video freeze but it’s the best painting I’ve seen all week. LOOK AT IT. Every element is organized perfectly, the composition is fucking flawless. LOOK AT IT. Look at the cat. Look at the cat’s expression, the eyes. The bent shade. The necklaces hanging from the nail that holds the weird calendar. The fucking CROSS. The COKE CAN, MAN. The bedding. The big SWOOP that starts in the upper right hand corner and smashes into the blurred agonized face of this episode’s lost soul, Elena.”
The Creep shakes his head.
“It’s fucking brilliant.”
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