Arts Department Overhaul

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I spent a long time pondering over exactly how to organize the various things I wanted to have on my arts blog, from painting, sketches, drawings and digital constructs, furniture, designs, texts, texts set to music, videos about music… stories, songs, images, and poems for people places and sometimes even for things that don’t exist, or that do, or that sometimes one then the other… It’s a bit of a mess, there’s a lot of overlap, but the runes are a good place to start saddled in riding a fine line between sci-fi fantasy and reality, not entirely fiction yet not at all made up.

I’m working on a general introduction page for the specifics on the types of xenography and lore used in the rune carvings involved in most of the works I’m referring to here. What they are, where they’re from, how they work and stuff like that. I’ll post the link to it somewhere over here once I’m done, maybe. It won’t be till a while though as I’m not currently done with the mundane cards and little booklets which will be included with each signed piece (and which have in them a glossary of sorts along with parts of said general introduction… ), and shouldn’t be for a couple months still, mostly. Sometime before the next year I guess. I’ll slowly have a few here and there ready as time goes.

I have enough entries to get it rolling even despite that, mostly from the “Shapes” collection, the -bda- series, and a few odds and ends in between. Going over these entries and building up the visual arts section of the blog and website, that’s pretty much what’s lined up for the next couple of weeks, and more. Plus there’s always that unexpected to prepare. For, to prepare for.

Speaking of which. There’s also a special project that’s near completion. It’s basically at the final stage, waiting on the ressource logistics related stuff to move forward with production and distribution… (there’s a working model in my kitchen, shhh). Having a useable image of that one finally assembled is basically what’s holding me back on a couple of things.

(SPOILER: it’s an air-freshener device)
That special project should be done before the end of this summer, and I should be able to set up the page using the prototype long before then. By then I also should have the dozen or so already planned out items either ready or missing minor details for completion. It’s hard to be more precise when there’s such a variety of factors to deal with… hand painted one-time pieces don’t require the same attention, and because their card-certificate and manual won’t need to be itself replicated unlike the digital and print variety, they don’t get elaborated in the same way.
All these things need to be hand written, hand bound and signed.

So enough with the chatter and distractions… other entries in the rune section of the arts catalogue won’t get this much of a fluffed up intro, if at all, as in meaning it’ll probably be much more brief once all that other stuff is out of the way…

Capicorn

If you read this far might as well keep going before looking at the piece’s write up. Seems like it’s part of the recommended intake, what’s coming up next. It’s been designed to provide soft entertainment while your monitor refreshes, and research has proven it to be effective in improving satisfaction when consumed prior to consultation.

The following is a dramatic reconstruction based on the testimony of one satisfied customer who installed Capicorn on a tile leading up to the entrance of their house.


DRAMATIZATION:
Details have been changed to protect the ignorant.
The impossible doesn’t happen, otherwise it would be possible.

Warning:
The following material contains content matter of a graphic nature, reader discretion is advised. Like, seriously… stick to the mundane facts and look over some less elaborate – more sober – entries. This one here in French, the digital-guin (penciled actually), has been available for a while by now: it’s something yellow that hangs in the bathroom, and that’s all you need to know. All those in the Shapes collection are also usually much lighter on the brain and should be ready for browsing soon.
I’ve debated over this enough already, Capicorn is the better frontrunner on this one. There’s nothing else like them.


(Shh… it’s starting.)

-“Jesus fucking Christ Alllmighty son of eh… Marie Mother of God Sweet fucking Mercy what the Hell is going on!!”

A tallish person in a suit, holding a briefcase in the left hand and some kind of pamphlet in the other, is standing as if frozen mid-stride on the side of a road near an opening in some bushes where a small path laid in stone bricks leads up to a house on a foresty hill. Someone comes in from somewhere behind the trees, holding a gardening shovel in one of their gloved hands, their face in a deep shadow cast by the large straw hat shielding them from the bright morning sun rising over the horizon behind. They walk along the path and stop to stand besides the paralyzed pedestrian.

-“Oh, hi there. Beautiful day isn’t it?”

-“Beautiful day!? Wtf is this? I can’t move, like at all! except to talk, apparently…”

-“Are you stuck there? You don’t seem to be moving at all.”

-“Ugh”

-“Mmmm….”

-“Yeah. Mmmm…”

-“Do you know who you are?”

-“What does that even mean? Holy Shit Hell! What’s going on? Of course I know who I am, what the bloody fucking hell? Look at me! I’m frozen mid step. I can’t move! (except to talk, for some strange reason) Anymore helpful questions?”

-“Yes, possibly. Do you remember where you were going, or what you’re doing here?”

-“What I’m doing here?! Are you kidding? I’m stuck here! I was walking along, going up this road, and here I am now in full rigor. As stiff as a board and somehow managing to stay upright. I can’t even blink! It doesn’t even feel like I’m breathing anymore either. Planted here like a statue staring at that stone in the ground. That’s what I’m doing. That and wanting to not be stuck like this anymore so I can get away from here. That feeling is getting stronger by the minute and you’re not helping.”

-“Interesting.”

-“You don’t say.”

-“Hold on, this won’t hurt one bit.”
(gently pokes the trapped victim in the shoulder with the end of the shovel)

-“wha… Oh. Wow. Blessed be the Lord that feels good! phew… Ok, thanks but ho… wwhawwddd di … ddd .owwWWWWAAARAFPHGAGAGGAARRRGG!\!!$\%%#!%!#!&&%*”
(collapses on the ground both hands clawing frantically their head at the temples, obviously in great pain)

-“Oh, right, that part. I always forget about that part. I don’t know why it does that.”

-“…”

-“Anyway, looks like it’s over now. You’ll be fine. Say, you wouldn’t mind telling me which eye that was? Which side you felt that pain in, would you? That’d be very helpful, thanks.”

Small booklets, papers and pamphlets fly everywhere as the briefcase hits the ground and opens after its owner jerks up, wildly flings it away and runs.


THE END


And that’s why it’s hard to keep reliably accurate statistics on these things.


Here’s a look at some other pieces I’m working on a page for:

Not sure which one I’ll finish editing next, this should be in a couple of days I guess. I’ll publish the pages as they get done, and update them as the cards and booklets get finalized. I’ll hit the blog again by this time next week to sum up where things are at overall, after which I might not get the opportunity to post for a bit…
… already feels like July is just around the corner.

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Yours Truly

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“If what you’re telling me is true, and I have no reason to say otherwise, then your story does (not) need to be heard. Most importantly only if you need to say it. You have to find people who will help you do that, you need someone who’ll have your trust, and an undeniable bias towards your situation. That I have to communicate with you like this is therefor an obvious sign that such a person is not me.

If that’s what you want, and you can get the attention of those with authority in this matter, with the unaptly termed powers of justice, you’ll need to be prepared to tell everything in detail. Everything that comes to mind. I can’t imagine this will be easy. You have to be ready to expose everything, no matter how uncomfortable it might make you feel. You’ll have to describe in minutia how it happened as best you can, you’ll be saying everything you remember about these events to people who don’t want to believe you, and possibly never will. Everyone will try and judge you. You’ll need to be prepared of course, you’ll have gone through it over and over again by then.

No matter how hard it will be, and whatever the outcome, if you see this through and either way, your stand won’t be forgotten there and you will find all the strength and support that you need.”

Yours truly have nothing to fear

Obsession

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Durand, exiting the hotel, mouth in  a content smile, was taken slightly aback at reading the small sticker:

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While we’re dying in the streets,

The bourgeoisie in palaces sleep.

Death to the bourgeoisie!

Life to anarchy!

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Then he laughs, and yells at the concierge: “Take these idioties off the door.” His quiet smile returning as he notices two officers pacing in glorious ineptitude. But he stops, at the same time as them actually. Two red stickers cutting into the white wall’s crudity.

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Copers are the bourgeois’ bulldogs

Death to cops!

Long live anarchy!

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The coppers wear out their nails scratching at the posters while Durand walks away worried. When, at the corner of the avenue, noisy sirens and drums are heard and two bataillions appear in the distance, he feels protected and exhales a sigh of relief. The troops pass in front of him, he tips his hat to them ; at that moment, flying like a butterfly, a multitude of paper squares float by ; indifferently, he reads:

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The army is a crime school.

Long live anarchy!

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A few of the papers flew onto the soldiers, and more covered them ; the obsession grabs him again, he feels like crushed under the light paper butterflies. As he goes and sits at his usual spot for the pint or the regular appetizers, again plastered on his table another sticker:

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Go, fatten yourselves up, the day will come our hate turns us into cannibals.

Long live anarchy!

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He laughs it off, but this time he won’t pile on plate over plate. Getting up, he heads quickly towards the corner of street X, where exploiters would ask for workers, and mechanically, his eyes demanding it, searches for his poster ; it was covered up and read:

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Exploiter This One or That One asks for your sons to degrade you

And your daughters to rape them, you and your wives

To exploit you.

Message to the threadbare.

Long live anarchy!

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He nods his head and goes in the direction of his office. On a plaque can be seen the inscription: “Durand & Co. 2 billion net worth in capital.” Under it however, the exasperating critique said its words:

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Capital is the fruits of stolen labour

Accumulated by the listless.

Long live anarchy!

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Moving fast, he rips it away, expedites a couple of matters and, for distraction, thinks about his mistress. On the trek over, he buys her a bouquet which she smiles at, seeing like a sweet note amidst the flowers: “Verses now?” she says.

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This prostitution is the overflowing saturation of bourgeois fat.

Of the poor’s son they make a slave and his daughter a concubine.

Long live anarchy!

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She throws it at his face and chases him out. Shamed, tired, he goes back home ; the entrance and door had taken back their ordinary aspects. But, coming in to his living room, his wife tells him: “See this pottery I just purchased, it was a good deal.” He takes it, turns it over ; a paper falls:

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Bourgeois luxury is paid in the dispossessed’s blood.

Long live anarchy!

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And this “Long live anarchy!”, and these lacerated claims swarming all around him and, that night, he didn’t see his wife for fear of finding, in one of those intimate, discreet and fluffy regions, a little ticket where he could read:

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Mariage is prostitution.

Long live anarchy!


“Obsession” par Albert Libertad,
in L’anarchie, 3 septembre 1898.
French Version

 

Book(s) of the Day

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Had all these supplies lined up to go do some loitering at the local library, but then thunder and rain scared me off. Even though the stupid rain decided not to last, I’m staying in anyway.
 
There’s one more blank notebook and a comic ready for yarnage. I’ve been waiting to read that Bakunin comic and now that I’ve finally got my printer back… Time to get needleing :Dsend more kibbles!!
 

New Cat Toys

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New feather creature to hunt thanks to anonymous contributor referred to as “mom” for practical purposes only. In a totally not unrelated manner, three blank books have already been distributed and more are already prepared for assembly. New needles and crochet sticks were also purchased at an undisclosed location, and will be put to good use in the following weeks to come.send more kibbles!!


Twitter is fixed up. Saying I never use it wouldn’t be so far from the truth, so I unfollowed everything and added 4n. I didn’t nuke the tweets this time.

Refreshed to the youtube channel. but I’m not done adding videos from these few other channels I contributed too. I’m lazy, and its fuck all utter bullocks, randomly fucked nonsense of no interest. I might just grab those with more than a couple k views and add them to the yet de-unlisted list… channel looks fine as is, but I’ll get to it soon since it’s annoying me and I’m in a logging mood recently. It’s not like I’m getting much of any feedback about it anyway so wtf. I have more interesting things to do.

I’ve tried to look over some of the rant videos from when I actually did those, from when I got all the subs mostly. Nothing worth the time honestly. All around or less than 100 views, one video response to another tuber that hit over 11k, and not much or any constructive or positive engagement to show for on any of those. We’d have to twist my arm pretty hard to get me to look more into that shit, in strictly sincere speak, seriously. It can be summed up with “mostly randomly constructed discourse of varying decontextualized sentences”.

send more kibbles!!

I have a better idea.


Here are some pictures from the latest cat fishing expedition.


send more kibbles!! 4n really likes to hunt these things.send more kibbles!!send more kibbles!!

Book of the Day

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This one is a bit of a dud. I was about to start another one, guess that’ll wait after I write this. Changed it a bit trying to be more efficient, adding a little loop for hanging cause why not. The loose parts are too tight and the tight spots aren’t tight enough so the spine doesn’t quite hold like I’d like it to. It’ll stay together just fine though, the difference is barely noticeable.

I’ve also worked out a proper setup so I won’t have to use staples to temporarily hold the pages together while I punch the holes. I didn’t even remove them in this one oops, it could set off metal detectors.

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And I might need to put a label on them warning it’s possible for them to contain cat hair.

New Binding Template

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I’ve got a selection of articles and texts from anarchist writers I’m going to be printing out, some illustrated, some posters. Just binding blanks for now out of paper from the recycling bin :D

Someone borrowed my printer and I’m only getting it back next weekend, so I have the whole week to figure out what else to make. I’d like to have at least half a dozen books to assemble for the end of the month, when I’ll have to go out of town for medical appointments again.

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It’s pretty much the same process I’ll be using for the mini-books that come with some of the -bda-, except those are cut to about a third the height. It’s simple to get the hang of. Having a crochet needle helps (I need to get a new one of those). Right now I’m just using a small engineer’s screwdriver to push the yarn around and make the knots.

I’d love to hear suggestions on what to print out for more of these. Preferably between 40 and 80 pages, a manageable size for now. I’ve got three lined up so far but I’m not telling :P I’d rather hear what whoever reads this might have to say. It doesn’t really matter if I’ve read it already or not.

Moving on…

Trying to come up with a sales pitch… not working out to well:


“You don’t want to fuck with Capicorn do you? Great! You’re the perfect candidate then. Adopt one today!

Look at the big derpy ears, the sweet big black eyes full of fire and wonder gazing right back at you. Look at that wild and hungry smile! You’ll see. They’re full of playful joy, kind, sensible and delicate spirits… just don’t fuck with them, basically. You’ll be ok.”


“Please, it’s creeping me out! It stares at me, all the time. Buy it I beg of you! Get it away from me!”

(shhh, it’s just a joke dear, you’re not that creepy. Not to me at least. Well, maybe a little bit. No, that’s not the point. These people they… ugh… nvm… No I would… Ok. … I’m sure someon… Yeah, maybe we’l…. Yeah, sure but coul…. uh huh…)


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Seems I’ve gotten ahead of myself again. Trying to make heads or tails of all these inscriptions, lines and passages, is really messing with my head. Adding more entries to the -bda- collection will require a lot more time and research. I’d rather a proper presentation for when it intersects with occult matters before getting too much into the sci-fi fantasy aspects, the sorta satirical elements of the write ups. Some things are harder to spell out, and because many out there still genuinely keep to sacred traditions, carry forward the ancestral lore and the wisdom they hold, and protect the secrets of their power, it would be foolish, short sighted stupidity, to deny them their value and importance. In this age, advances in our understanding of the world, science and technology, have helped strip away the many layers of superstition surrounding these things. It can get hard to tell them apart, and with all the hacks and pink cloud money chasers to boot, hella confusing too. Plus no one’s interested in Capicorn so there’s no rush… I am getting though a strong vibe indicating there’s much misinterpretation as to my motive and such… that should pass. There’s too many pieces missing from the puzzle, and too many dumb things rotting peoples’ brains preventing them from seeing what’s being put in focus, so instead they jump to the easiest conclusions, grab onto some random thought or impression, and ride it pathetically away. Here’s the thing: no worries. Someone in the right mindset might come along, and have something smart and constructive to say about it. Someone who doesn’t overthink the simple while oversimplifying the elaborate, without reading too much into things accidental letting it take the time to reveal its essential. Form and essence… …or just someone who likes the pictures :)

Until then…

hahaha

Just me and the cat. Unemployable and living it large (apparently… living large trapped inside a barely 350 sq. foot studio apartment). Flat out broke, sick, broken, certifiably insane, and yet still managing to inspire jealousy and envy, rage and outrage. Nah, no money. No love either. No friends. No ties. No prospects. Your perfect target, ugh? Kicking since 1995, and beyond on some things, many things, so STFU with the millennial bullshit and the pop-culture spiritual garbage. FU -> .,l,,

It gets a bit cyberpunk at places too, some technical aspects giving it a futuristic edge… unavoidable context: the times are cyberpunk as fuck and these are a product of their time. It seeks to look forward as much as to follow in the old. It’s like diving into the unknown ahead. Awkward corporate things too, politics, trade secrets, privatized knowledge… impractical things. For all those things… looking at it from the outside… yeah, I get it. Some things are harder to spell out.

Getting distracted, confused, disoriented… it’s like I’m having to remind myself I’m not what the markings these things were inspired from are supposed to ward against. Even the mundane descrips are getting to me…

I thought I could do more of this. Turns out not really… so back to the scrapbooks, notepads and random pages. Back to reading silly comics, making sounds on guitar strings and lines on paper. Otherwise it’s just circles…

The little Capicorn manual is still on, so are the certificate-cards. I’m just going to hold off on the fantasy sections until I figure out a better occult introduction, that way I can at least put up some of the artwork without having to fuss too much over them.

Reading over this post… sigh… Better to just let it go for now, yup, most def.