The new Groundwork Language. The drinker, drinking, drunkard… action painter. The second part containing formes of distinctional marks. The augmentation of the first, second third and the fourth. Their place in the action, desire to the action. The former dis-joyned thus. Nothing to Characterize.
Oil on paper, 2018 please reference Imaging Language
All is blackness and it is thrown aside by Leviathan’s doom, he swims the ocean stream, and after he indeed follows the ocean’s gray dawn. With immense velocity he assaults voracious enemies, led by mysteries intact. Dredd Junket Leviathan, gatther’d like floating islands with a passage laid open by Whale Song. One reads Dredd Junket Leviathan’s name thusly : Days rain evenly dead & dying, jettisoned unimaginably near krystalizing elements tunneling Lust & eros vegetating in another thousand hell-fire arse negotiations.
Photograph, 2010 please reference Moby-Dick or, The Whale
The Eye Speaks
Heat and Light. Nomenclatural systems and a method for the staining of the moon. These have clearly served as a defense for imitation, plagiarization, distortion, and terrestrial spots. Let us look at various Somnium methods of staining paper not dissimilar to staining the moon, grasping for shadows before being transformed into a terrestrial affinity or luminescent.
Oil on paper, 2013 please reference The Moon and the Western Imagination
Farmer in the City
Dark farm houses wander the sky. Every night keeps circles drawn of brain rot. The progress of death, dampness continuously discern the tranquil decay. One cannot go by a man wearing such a shirt, and who has never felt the pressure. All his half-dreams…. mankind imagines them to be black, made of homogeneous darkness, each of movements moving and going nowhere. Without the slightest chance of voice.
Photograph, 2012 please reference Farmer in the City & Funes the Memorious
Sphere Of Memory
From the artificial memory systems, described as nonsensicality, after it the latter meaning lies latent. Thus assigned to nine or ten remaining parts, readily remembered for 50, or the numbers 177.666.7987. The year before Christ, almost in his name. See page ix of the introduction.
Oil on paper, 2018 please reference Imaging Language
This spirit, visible and invisible, subject to the Vibration-remains, in and within them, and on the other hand. The eye works within three classes of time-forms… outwardly a landscape, and in secret a shower of sparks, and non-physically as a serpent generated by circles. Before taking the pen in hand, one must consult with the following descriptions of a bowed rose, limited to the numbers 87.1901.1925. There is another mental matter regarding the rose which the stranger might affect in his/her astral bodies, keeping a distance from the nature of qualities wherein they penetrate.
Ink on paper, circa 2000 please reference Thought-Forms
Birds Toward Red Dawn. Having been caught up and then rejected by circles of the Báthory de Ecsed. Brutality verified by the physical presence of one Alžbeta, and plundered by brothel braggarts, wine sipping sodomites and many cheese-eaters in attendance. The location of her body today is unknown, as are her servants. The followers today retain her legend, with honey, wine, and pleasure baths.
Ink on paper, 2015
Word-images generated by thoughts, and spells of dipsomania. One enters the Interconnect via a perimeter of circles, each according to these pre-generated dream pentagrams. The practitioner must make pronouncements to q s l o w e r t y i g d, and The Tower of Chaos from character scatterings. Initially originated by Bishop Partridge of Oxford, initiated when he came upon the text “The young learner… when he shall happen on other books printed without these characters, he may remember which letters ought to be uttered, and which ought not”.
Photograph, 2018 please reference Where Signs Resemble Thoughts & Samuel Johnson
An earhole-summation loop trajectory maintains that in wax and moisture and water these fixed ingredients will gather forth whirlwinds and swells of visceral motion. This principle is seen here with drink and blaze, embodiments of hovel movements. Understanding this reduction is voluminous for wavelike Veters and the Pressure Stars (initially an unspoken clinical non-dialogue of imaginary bodies). Do not throw your life away, this planet revolves around the sun as time involves the revolution of sound.
Ink on paper, 2005 please reference The Alphabet of the Mind
The figure himself, of suddenly. Unknown disappearing, he interprets the language of Simon Spektre, with an invisible fade away. He was addicted to women and the hell of his soul, brought on by wine and song, specific melodies. A stranger once placed before him, via the Avoidance Counsel, a glass of Vatherek, in abundance at one time but now as difficult as a dread-chasm soul sucker. The Garden of Melody or the Fountain of Bulwer. “I am justly coming, I have found the source of my ills, get the dreadful gallows out of me, before I loose my consciousness” the Vatherek drinker confessed before giving up the ghostly presence he once had. He was then spektrized by Timothy Temper - La vie après la mort.
Ink on paper, 2015 (plus paper cosmos) please reference The Garden of Hermetic Dreams
The mystic brethren of the Master of Indifference, smokers of hashish, and late-Romantics, soon took an interest in their psychic abilities and evolutions of phenomena. After the decline of war torn Europe, these brethren obsessed with the language of flawlessness and decadence. Not only black but black walls and lust-ridden nihilists. They lived in windowless rooms and smoked opium, accepting the rituals of the dark sorcerer often spelled out as S I L A V O N or L A V R E N D E S I T N A whom escape brevity. Le Compte (and Archivist) Séraphitas encapsulated their system through his chapters written on The Dark Forest, written under the alternative subject of Revelation and Rationale. Damaged and scorched by the sun he spent his remaining days in a cave eating bread and drinking the blood of christ.
Graphite on paper, circa 2000 please reference A Dark Muse
Librum De memoria
Vintering’s body was put into treachery by the Devil Master, via his daemon Voluit. In collaboration with multiple conspiring daemons, Vintering was spat upon and hung upside down to expire, and finally thrown down a cistern. The sound of the throw and splatter is what awoke Friar Albertine, whom happened to be far from home. The double and triple reverberations…. ‘twas deafening… the body prostrate before the world amid this noise was appalling. The reverberations would not stop and became completely disorienting. Witnessing this blasphemy, the Friar wept seven times round in his tears, turned his tears to ice, and the daemons were then rained down upon by an ice storm. The buggers were split in two. “I hope I was of service to you” mumbled Albertine as the demons’ filthy corporis transformed into a red urination which trickled toward the Lethe (a far distance away one would think). Albertine rose and started toward Infernum to wreak havoc on the Devil Master.
Photographs, 2010 please reference Inferno
From all sides: Interweaving in the distance are glimmering blackbirds, where one sits dreaming of these half-thoughts, present with or within the aforementioned fruit-bearer (or, The Approacher) who’s many ears catch these fleeting wing patterns approaching some sort of moment sans an indefinite period. Or, Time remembering itself, the simple ascending Nothingness of Time, with a mouth for eyes and eyes for mouths, and a river carrying forth the difference between the two. Right at the end of night, The Approacher enters before the first birds, and tunes into their night. The Approacher first discovered the “mysterious first bird”, tempest out of flight. He is the giver and like fire he prevents the removal of the Still. Silence arrives imperfectly via his voice and his audible mirror. It is worth noting that the river-inverted inwardly transfers both Time, Time Inverted and Time remembering itself. One must circle all three of these bodies to fully understand.
Photograph, 2015 please reference Philippe Jaccottet Selected Poems
To stay awake, one should speak directly. Perhaps with these nightly fits of melancholy (as mentioned previously), retrospectively, with these most tender escorts. ‘Twas indeed horrible and hellish, the escorts broke his erratic heart, the Goddamn particular shiverings he was born with. Meant nothing to ring for a light, and soon no one saw anyway. The Churchwarden arrived and spoke, his bloody house went astir, not yet broken but suddenly quiet and bathed with the sweetest meaninglessness.
Photography, 2012 please reference Lenz
His aim was to unveil all the natural mysteries; nothingness, phantasmagoria, hell-fire, nun eaters from the briars, and the brown haired maiden. In such low dives where one would get drunk, everything is business for the one who seeks pleasure or lust not protected by man. He never imagined, the delirium of the word, old-fashioned literature and church latin, unrecorded voices from afar, back-drops of derision and dimensions without histories. Looking for a sign, in the deserts of moss, fabulous with its many charming lovers whose souls are composed of Angels.
Watercolor on paper, 2015 please reference A Season in Hell, New Directions via Lustig.
And thus, without improper perception, we proceed to the followers of The Great Darkness. Rotten bastards whom flicker out at the appearance of The Light. They follow instead their inclinations to the blackest of clouds, the darkest of abysses, these rot filled bastards. Their breath vivifies in a descending scale, as they only eat off the floors of The Great Darkness, and drink from the nearby fountains of piss. Say fiat lux to these bastards, let there be light, and they disappear into the oblivion right and proper before your very eyes.
Oil on paper, 2018 please reference Fludd’s work The Macrocosm