Altars are important to many cultures… decorate your place of peace, and space accordingly.
We are made of all things in nature, beautiful and grotesque.
In chibcha or mhuysca a supquaquyn is a “night moth” . A night moth goes into the dark and sees what no others do, and takes from others what most refuse. We absorb darkness in darkness and bring lightness.
insert thing that makes you wanna fill out the end of life form here
La Llorona se reencuentra con su cuba.
La vida en El uncanny valley.
AI gives me the gitters. From art, to writing, to photos, Artificial Intelliegence is taking over every facet of our lives. It was supposed to be an assist… and now it's just seemingly out of our control. C’mon people… this…is… *shudders*
This was a friend of mine who I shared a myriad of interests with, one of them being horror movies. When he learned I loved making morbid anatomy art, he agreed that he’s like to see himself as that himself. My art is showing the parts of yourself that most find most appealing, and we dissect them. In this art piece I’ve removed his eyes, and a part of his lip.
Self portraits of myself I drew about a decade or so ago… some things have changed… some things have not…
Some old sketches I did between 2011-2017.
I find the loveliest things in a cesspool… lol. A pipe had burst in our apt complex in the AM, and all the waste had flooded out of the front door—- yep— that was the morning we had experienced. it smelled like awful death, looked the music video set of GWAR, and well, it was the nightmare of every landlord and person living in or around the area.
Despite the insane amount of fixing and cleaning, no one is stepping foot into their apartments with their shoes on. The mere idea that our outsides have somehow made it back into the insides of our home via our shoes or our pets is a whole different sort of body horror we can’t describe. We’re even wiping the soles of our shoes! Jaja.
No amount of bleach and disinfectant, or holy Fabuloso will take away the morning imagery and aroma of poop-ery…
Not even this photo I took.
Neighbor: “What the fuck are you doing, Evy?”
Me: “I’m trying to take this photo, the contrast is so—”
Neighbor:“You do remember there was shit all over this place this morning, now your hands are all over that shit”
my face as the realization sets in
So as I’m writing this, I am pretty sure I have typphoid, but the point is, there is some beauty amongst all this shit, and that’s something, huh? HUHHH?
(kidding, I totally washed my, hands.)
This one goes out to all the European Americans who prayed over indigenous burial grounds for protection from harm from Mother Nature…
This for all the apologies coming straight outta pocket lately…
As 1995 Gwen Stefani once said…It’s all your fault we screen our phone calls.
Don’t be surprised when we lsten but don’t respond.
