Saturday, October 31, 2015
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Head I oil on board 1948
photo @Alastair Thain 1987
''human life is concentrated bestially in the mouth’' ,
Georges Bataille, ‘La Bouche’, Documents, Paris 1930
Damp, jaggèd, like an old man’s mouth drivelling, beyond repair,
Or the toothed gullet of an agèd shark
T. S. Eliot Ash Wednesday (1930)
‘'the forces of the cosmos confronting an intergalactic traveller immobile in his capsule’'
Deleuze on Bacons Heads series
“The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery” - Francis Bacon
Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Dolorosa de la Cruz @ Stephen Romano Gallery ... Magica Sexualis Exhibition October 29 - December 15 2015
am delighted to have been invited to be part of this show, Magica Sexualis co-curated by
Barry William Hale and Stephen Romano
Invocation of la Reina Roja 2 2014 gouache pencil and gold ink
Vowed series no 5 2010 gouache pencil and gold ink
Monday, October 26, 2015
THE WORLD'S HEART
Say, where does the world's heart burn,
the world's heart of fire?
It lives on coarse, heavy prehistoric coal:
black darkness, dense night, Chaos.
itself a struggle, glowing struggle -
For thus is the nature of fire:
strong with its foe's struggle -
has no other nature.
And the victory? When the darkness has disappeared in flames?
and fire wants to conquer.
Is the victory death?
Empty question and empty fear!
The world's heart is fire,
Lilith and Faun
Life and Death
Andrei Bely ~ “Overview of Blok’s poetry”. Illustration to “Lectures about Blok”, 1923. Pencil, coloured pencil and watercolour on paper.
Once upon a time there were no grasses, nor "Earths", nor flints, nor granites; it was - flamy; laminae of flying gas diffused through the Cosmos; the earth was gurgling like a fiery flower; it was developing, confluing from the Cosmic sphere; and these gestures of the fires later duplicated themselves: in the petals of flowers; because of this the cosmic light is - the colored flower of the fields; all flowers/colors are - memories about the fires of the limitless, cosmic sphere; all words are - memories of the sound of an ancient meaning.
Once upon a time there were no concepts in our sense: a conceptual crust surrounded the image of the word; once there was not even the image itself of the word; later the images surrounded the imageless root; previously there had been no root; all roots are - serpent skins; the living serpent is - the tongue; once that snake had been streams, the palate had been - the sail of rhythms, carried along; the cosmos, as it firmed up, became the cavity of the mouth; a stream of air - this dancer of the world is - our tongue.
Glossolalia~ A Poem about Sound 1922
Sunday, October 25, 2015
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Méret Oppenheim ~ Enchantment 1962
Meret Oppenheim ~ Breakfast in Fur 1936
''All thoughts that have ever been thought roll around the Earth in a colossal sphere of ideas. The Earth explodes, the sphere is shattered, and the thoughts spread across the universe, where they live on in distant stars."
from "Self-Portrait from 50.000 BC to X" (1980) ~ Méret Oppenheim