Necronom IV, 1976
Acrylic on paper on wood, 100 cm by 150 cm
"I took one look at it," says Scott, "and I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life."
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
The paintings are exquisitely, sensually hideous. Biomechanical and violent.
I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Click below for Part 2 of Plato’s Atlantis/the Premiere of Bad Romance
I want your loving
I want your revenge
You and me can write a Bad Romance
“I got the idea for them from H.R. Giger, and seeing Alien, and then I got a sculptor to make up a shoe so that it looked like it grew right out of the foot. Sick, ain’t I?” cackles McQueen over dinner.
Caught in a Bad Romance
It’s funny how the colours of the real world only seem really real when you viddy them on the screen.
-Alex : A Clockwork Orange
Van Gogh, his health in a downward spiral, entered the asylum in Saint Rémy, where with the approval of his doctors he continued to paint. Even in confinement, his work extended far beyond his personal circumstance.
The Prison Courtyard expresses the artist’s hopelessness and despair. In the lower part of the painting, thirty-three inmates form a human corona, pacing heads down, in defeated rote and joyless resignation. …Some faces can be deciphered, particularly the one in the center, whose blond hair is lighted by an imperceptible sun’s ray. That is Van Gogh himself in what has been interpreted as a “metaphoric self-portrait”.
Click Below for a bit of the good ole’ Ludwig Van
“Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk round my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.”
― Alex : A Clockwork Orange