Witch performer from The Statue Factory.
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Monday, May 17, 2010
Memory Men
Memory vessels were made by placing small everyday objects such as keys, screws and nails, glass vials, shells, nuts, and jewelry on the surface of bottles or ceramic jugs using putty, cement, or other adhesive material. Many of these folk art pieces were coated with gold or silver paint, and thus require especially close inspection to discern details; others were left plain so that each applied object was easily recognized.
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A few years ago, I was kicking around a Halloween theme of something we called Wood Demons. Imagine the Bog Man but made entirely of wood and twisty things and mushrooms and fungus and dead bugs. Saw these memory vessels and thought of the idea again. Memory Men. Forest things. Rotten wood and all the soft detritus from a forest floor.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Premature
Illustrations by Harry Clarke for the works of Edgar Allan Poe.
A Journey Round My Skull blog.
Now Playing: Terra Sancta
Shortest track on the album - 10 minutes, 36 seconds.
Heaven.
Listen to samples here.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Town Owl
On eves of cold, when slow coal fires,
rooted in basements, burn and branch,
brushing with smoke the city air;
When quartered moons pale in the sky,
and neons glow along the dark
like deadly nightshade on a briar;
Above the muffled traffic then
I hear the owl, and at his note
I shudder in my private chair.
For like an auger he has come
to roost among our crumbling walls,
his blooded talons sheathed in fur.
Some secret lure of time it seems
has called him from his country wastes
to hunt a newer wasteland here.
And where the candlabra swung
bright with the dancers’ thousand eyes,
now his black, hooded pupils stare,
And where the silk-shoed lovers ran
with dust of diamonds in their hair,
he opens now his silent wing,
And, like a stroke of doom, drops down,
and swoops across the empty hall,
and plucks a quick mouse off the stair...
by Laurie Lee
Romania
It'd be neat to see a lawn loaded with grave markers shaped like these. And a ton of votives and tealights and pillar candles.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
ShellHawk's Creations
My new ceramic pumpkin lantern by ShellHawk.
He's a beauty, made from "metallic dark copper and bare, carbon-infused clay."
Check out some other jackos on her new Etsy shop.
ShellHawk's Creations
Wicked
This generation is a wicked generation; it seeks for a sign, and yet no sign shall be given to it.
Luke 11:29
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Tuesday, May 11, 2010
War
At any rate, as the dusk came on a slow, intermittent movement upon the sand pits began, a movement that seemed to gather force as the stillness of the evening about the cylinder remained unbroken. Vertical black figures in twos and threes would advance, stop, watch, and advance again, spreading out as they did so in a thin irregular crescent that promised to enclose the pit in its attenuated horns. I, too, on my side began to move towards the pit.
Then I saw some cabmen and others had walked boldly into the sand pits, and heard the clatter of hoofs and the gride of wheels. I saw a lad trundling off the barrow of apples. And then, within thirty yards of the pit, advancing from the direction of Horsell, I noted a little black knot of men, the foremost of whom was waving a white flag.
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