October 2010
8 posts
Many, many years ago in a sad, faraway land, there was an enormous mountain made of rough, black stone. At sunset, on top of that mountain, a magic rose blossomed every night that made whoever plucked it immortal. But no one dared go near it because its thorns were full of poison. Men talked amongst themselves about their fear of death, and pain, but never about the promise of eternal life. And...
Alice
Ah text form. I keep putting pictures up and other distracting media. That is because I am avoiding it. So I am calling myself on it and putting a stop to it. It is also because I like pretty pictures.
I was going to put up a sketchy video of a scene from a Czech adaptation of Alice in Wonderland by Svankmajer. But I figured I’d be nice and spare you. I feel a little disturbed by it. They...
Spirited away meets Ren & Stimpy
Zhou Fan
I tweeted about this the other day so I am risking repetition. Please forgive me. It’s worth a look though. They make me think of bubblegum and blood. Of fake spaghetti, blood vessels and playdough.
Overweight geishas and thick strands of greasy hair. Funghi streamers and drums.
Rotten fish, icecream, ragdolls and candyfloss.
I think I used to paint a bit like this...
A suggestion
What I propose is that we try this again.
I hate how many blogs there are online, so much so that I feel compelled to drop what I’m doing right this very instant, shut down my computer and slap myself continuously for even considering partaking in such an overcrowded and often, infuriatingly pointless and egomaniacal space.
However, worse than all the blogs out there, are all the blogs...
