A 'reversal' of Jean-Léon Gérôme's 1872 painting Pollice Verso.
"River ice sets the scene for Judy Garland's international cri de coeur. It's hard to understate the...
A short film recounting the travels of a lonely astronaut confronted by the unknown. Unfolding as a ...
'It was in San Francisco at a punk festival. I was already high and the air was so thick in the room...
Trite, closed memories flagrantly bleed into profuse openings mixed & held together by retaliato...
Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.
Lines align during acclimated apexes, shadowy vertices, and bright burrows.
It's time the times met each other over & over.
Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.
Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.
Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).
Onward, upward, greener [redder] grasstures.
Shadows frighten what one oughtn't be gripping (that thing before/hind you).
On the Clickity-clack Express it's clear I'm always under duress, unless I forget.
Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).
Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.
Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.
Part of a collection of restored early works by Nam June Paik, the haunting Beatles Electronique rev...
Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.
Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.