Showing posts with label bone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bone. Show all posts

Friday, 2 June 2017

wound man

WTF Primark!




"and you thought corsets had boning?" schiaparelli pins the dress to carrie. to her shoulders, her arms, her torso, her waist. endless needles. steel through skin. carrie gasps. black hides blood. blood soaks her. trapunto bones absorb it. the bones are stuffed with batting. sciaparelli licks blood from her own fingers. "blood,' she says, 'tastes like pins!"   mccormack 64







vendetta painting

Tuesday, 16 May 2017

he dances in the underworld and raises your heart to the level of JOY


Sidhe's crazy for Her Fool! Arthur Danu cuts it loose in this hilarious Karaoke Cover™ of Boney M's 1970s Disco classic, Daddy Cool. Let your darker side join Arthur as he dances in the underworld and raises your heart to the level of JOY! If you have it in you, The Decade of Love could use a token of your loving support. Donations can be made at the Rainbow Bridge Studios website or by clicking below. Enjoy the dancing!


Tuesday, 31 January 2017

urne buriall

http://penelope.uchicago.edu/hydrionoframes/hydrioepi.html

http://penelope.uchicago.edu/woolf.html   "Afflictions induce callosities"

collotype / 1932



'In a Field in old Walsingham, not many moneths past, were digged up between fourty and fifty Urnes, deposited in a dry and sandy soile, not a yard deep, not farre from one another: Not all strictly of one figure, but most answering these described: Some containing two pounds of bones, distinguisable in skulls, ribs, jaws, thigh-bones, and teeth, with fresh impressions of their combustion. Besides the extraneous substances, like peeces of small boxes, or combes handsomely wrought, handles of small brasse instruments, brazen nippers, and in one some kinde of Opale.'

In the first chapter of The Rings of Saturn W.G. Sebald meditates, in turn, upon Thomas Browne and Hydriotaphia:

  'The inquiry of oblivion blindly scatters her poppyseed and when wretchedness falls upon us one summer's day like snow, all we wish for is to be forgotten. These are the circles Browne's thoughts describe, most unremittingly perhaps in Hydriotaphia or Urn Burial of 1658, a discourse on sepulchral urns found in a field near Walsingham in Norfolk. Drawing upon the most varied of historical and natural historical sources, he expatiates upon the rites we enact when one from our midst sets out on his last journey.'


Saturday, 7 March 2015

We all pat the bone /// digital deposition

The farmer’s in his den
The farmer’s in his den
Ee-aye-ad-ee-oh
The farmer’s in his den
The farmer wants a wife
The farmer wants a wife
Ee-aye-ad-ee-oh
The farmer wants a wife
The wife wants a child
The wife wants a child
Ee-aye-ad-ee-oh
The wife wants a child
The child wants a nurse
The child wants a nurse
Ee-aye-ad-ee-oh
The child wants a nurse
The nurse wants a dog
The nurse wants a dog
Ee-aye-ad-ee-oh
The nurse wants a dog
The dog wants a bone
The dog wants a bone
Ee-aye-ad-ee-oh
The dog wants a bone
We all pat the bone!
We all pat the bone!
Ee-aye-ad-ee-oh
We all pat the bone!

Sunday, 1 March 2015

black antler fail


Orthographic views project at a right angle to the data plane. Perspective views project from the surface onto the datum plane from a fixed location.