Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Saturday 16 December 2023

Reality-Check ௹﷼⨌∰ↈ Augmentations



This is a portrayal of schizophrenic degradation over a period of years by a patient drawing cats; I think in the late 1920's. I don't want to get into the why a lot of mental disease is exacerbated by 20th century problem/pill solutions but I think it's a useful benchmark for codifying drifting reality.


I quite like the fire god pussy at the end. Frankly it looks splendid and if that's what cats look like, then I want some of that. Well, rather that than the cheeky catwalk turn and that exposed-in-my face feline arsehole they serve up currently.


I also want to introduce to you something I came across from my subscription to dope nation the other day that I've been holding back for you while I get over  Wittgenstein's mesmerizing come down. Truly he is the peak.


In a way it's 'a' good coincidence, as I specifically want to talk about the effects of morphine, because when I've been screaming so loud at an entire hospital complex, to put me out my pain they jacked me up on 200mg of Pethadine AND 200 mg of morphine (eight times the hourly dose they prefer to administer) that it's only when I saw this picture that I realised what went on through the blinding pain. 


By this I mean that even though it's the most cathartic transfer of schmerz to no pain in my life, I previously had no idea that beneath the sea of doped up tranquility, that what was really going on in the hospital bed festooned with pipes and wires and drips and gastric pipes up my nose was a lotta lotta sedated neurological activity.


OF COURSE NOW I SEE. The mind was merely being deceived. And I think you can view that in these pictures below which frankly are the most dangerous artistic and neurological experiment I have come across to date that the morphine tricked me into thinking the pain had gone away. Here the portrait of Bryan on Morphine that demonstrate otherwise.



And so I claim that the Psilocybin (magic mushroom) below, is ostensibly cheekier, funnier, more dramatic and a little bit bucking bizarre. But as I've done both, I'm allowed to shoot my mouth off about that. 



There's a lot more of the artist Bryan Lewis Saunders doing drugs for us all; that is him, you and I over here


Update: I can't find the exact post but Clif High talked about using snow to diminish burnt toes and the pain duration lasting infinitely longer than just dealing with it sans snow.


Tuesday 22 November 2022

Intermittent Broadcast

 


Friday 19 July 2019

תכנית החלוקה של אנה פרנק-חלק אחרון - Anne Frank's Distribution Plan




Transgressive, but in a brilliant & healthy way.


Natalie Cohen Vaxberg

Natalie Cohen Vaxberg

Natalie Cohen Vaxberg
Natalie Cohen Vaxberg

Friday 12 February 2016

Hieronymous Bosch' Garden of Earthly Delights by Virtual Reality





This opens up 2D paintings for me in a way that is worth going back to the National Gallery for.


Saturday 4 May 2013

I Pet Goat II




I can't remember the last time I saw something this good. I want to write about it extensively but I think there's no need. If you see some symbolism you think I may have missed please do leave a comment.

Wednesday 17 April 2013

Thatcher's Funeral - The Artist Taxi Driver




I find it astonishing that Amanda Thatcher talked about dark forces in power when her grandmother had known Satanic paedophile rapist Jimmy Savile as a house guest for eleven Christmases and promoted known paedophiles Leon Brittan, Peter Morrison and Derek Laud into senior positions on her team.

 The corporate media is silent.

Sunday 7 April 2013

How To Transfer Money From Public To Private Hands? - Why Austerity Of Course




There are only two artists that matter to me in British creative commentary. They are the Artist Taxi Driver and Banksy. They never put a foot wrong and see the world as I do. This is why their art is important and gives me strength. You can follow The Artist Taxi Driver on Twitter where he is known as @ChunkyMark

Tuesday 5 February 2013

Thursday 27 September 2012

Adrift




Exacerbated both by modernization so unchecked it has transformed the Thai central basin into a concrete jungle of industrial zones, housing estates and entertainment complexes with little of the natural irrigation once provided by canals, forests and fields, and the man-made city ‘big bag’ wall designed to divert the northern run-off from its natural passage through central Bangkok, the severe flooding of the 2011 monsoon season left hundreds of thousands of rural and suburban addresses abandoned in stagnant waters for several months.
Such a tragedy informs us that perhaps not only from the country (the provinces) has the capital truly come adrift, but humankind itself – greedy with resources and negligent of its imprint on the ecosystem – has, too, from our hosts, the planet, become far removed.
Written and directed by Rupert James.
Cinematography by Rupert James.
Camera assistant Sarun Srisingchai.
Music by Montonn Jira.

Thursday 20 September 2012

Alternative 3






I finally got round to watching the cult classic Alternative 3 last night and it's rather good. Sometimes people just tap into the collective conscious and now that we know the Apollo landings were faked (possibly acting as a cover story for a real alternative) it's possible this production is one of those accidentally too close to the truth episodes. I cut and paste the writer's response to a letter below but the bit that made me sit up was the summer of drought and fires followed by a harsh winter. Sound familiar? We'll see.


"The TV program did cause a tremendous uproar because viewers refused to believe it was fiction. I initially took the view that the basic premise was so way-out, particularly the way I aimed to present it in the book, that no one would regard it as non-fiction. Immediately after publication, I realized I was totally wrong. In fact, the amazing mountains of letters from virtually all parts of the world- including vast numbers from highly intelligent people in positions of responsibility-convinced me that I had ACCIDENTALLY trespassed into a range of top-secret truths. Documentary evidence provided by many of these correspondents decided me to write a serious and COMPLETELY NON-FICTION sequel. Unfortunately, a chest containing the bulk of the letters was among the items which were mysteriously LOST IN TRANSIT some four years when I moved from London, England, to Sydney, Australia, before I moved on to settle in New Zealand. For some time after Alternative 3 was originally published, I have reason to suppose that my home telephone was being tapped and my contacts who were experienced in such matters were convinced that certain intelligence agencies considered that I probably knew too much. So, summing up, the book is FICTION BASED ON FACT. But I now feel that I inadvertently got VERY CLOSE TO A SECRET TRUTH. I hope this is of some help to you and I look forward to hearing from you again. With best wishes, Leslie Watkins"