Fatalism in a haunted house"Soon...",Fatalism in a haunted house by AliasEclectic
the banshee often wailed in the middle of the night.
good people go to heaven,
bad people go to hell,
the ones with unfinished business wait in purgatory
to have them cleared out,
yet the loneliest people stay here forever,
doomed to haunt this place until there's no one left,
or until they fade away by themselves
the old man had been
staring at his old wedding photo
for thirty minutes now.
his wife left him one night when she got the strength.
it's not that she found someone better, it's just that
she was unhappy. he could be quite a scumbag.
he got up and went to shave
everything about him was rough
his face, his hands, the sound of the razor against his cheek,
even the mirror, full of cracks, barely standing.
"ugh, how much do you have left? a month? a year? two, if you're lucky...
if i were you i'd cut my neck right now..."
the banshee licked his freshly shaved face,
he could only feel how cold she was,
no wetness, just the sharp icicle th
My artwork is borne of and intended to convey various aspects of the human experience, in simultaneously universal and individually subjective terms. Whether the medium is traditional or digital, still or in motion, whether the work is strictly visual or incorporates words, and whether the style is surreal, abstract or representational, my work strives to express inner experience with layers of meaning ranging from the perceptual through the emotional/cognitive to the spiritual. I work across a wide range of media which include traditional printmaking and artist books, motion graphics, video and animation, digital photo-montage, as well as sculpture, painting, collage, drawing, and mixed media. Each medium allows me to create work that either expresses entirely different concepts, or similar ideas but in extremely varied perspectives. |
"Vertipology," my most recent work, is a series of digital photomontage images which are each composed of dozens of photographs which I had meshed together, distorting perspectives, distances and details, hours, seasons, etc. No such landscapes exist. Those vistas are, rather, depictions of a subjective experience of those whereabouts.
In the artist’s book “Year of the Mad Bird” I alternated pages of free-verse with pages of intaglio & aquatint etchings, some with watercolor, using motifs such as a bird character as a metaphor for a soul, to express subjective abstractions of general concepts, such as “language,” “specimen,” “shadow,” “war,” “elevation,” etc.
These two examples describe what probably appears as wide variety in types of artwork I create, but I think they explain the essence of what all my work holds in common. My hope is that my work would resonate with a viewer regarding their own experience, which may be deeply personal, yet simultaneously universal in its essence. If it evokes a reassuring sense of strange familiarity, or familiar strangeness, in even just one of all viewers, then it has struck that chord.