Proposal:

I plan a woodland performance. A Pagen-esque rat cremation ritual with me as the lead, face painted, adorned in moss and dirt covered robes. A violin and an accordion will be played in the background. The corpse of an urban dwelling rat shall be ceremonially burnt. The rat, who has grown fat with the excesses of our greed, being a metaphor for mankind, the vermin of the earth.

 

A little mousey I cast in bronze

I’m lucky that my friends are such that I can swap a bag of seaweed for a bag of magic mushrooms and I’m lucky that my degree is such that I can use hiking into the woods and taking a ton of shrooms as legit research.

Perpetrator - Jenny Holzer

I swing in her as she quites.
I sink on her.
I sing her a song about us.
I step on her hands.
I splay her fingers.
She roots with her blunt face.
She hunts me with her mouth.
She has three colors in her eyes.
I bite her closed again.
I am near her milk.
I tell her to soap herself.
She tightens and i hit her.
I wash her out.
I watch her while she thinks about me.
Her saliva runs when she sleeps.
I hook her spine.
She has a urine smell.
Her swallow reflex is gone.
Her head explodes in the fire.
Her breasts are all nipple.
She acts like an animal left for cooking.
I find her squatting on her heels and this opens her so i can get her from below.
I take her face with its fine hairs. I position her mouth.
I want to fuck her where she has too much hair.
I hook my chin over her shoulder. Now that she can still concentrate.
She has no taste left to her and this makes it easier for me.
The color of her where she is inside is enough to make me kill her.

Lentils and punx

showslow:

Paintings of Blood and Milk by Frederic Fontenoy
showslow:

Paintings of Blood and Milk by Frederic Fontenoy
showslow:

Paintings of Blood and Milk by Frederic Fontenoy
showslow:

Paintings of Blood and Milk by Frederic Fontenoy
showslow:

Paintings of Blood and Milk by Frederic Fontenoy
showslow:

Paintings of Blood and Milk by Frederic Fontenoy

showslow:

Paintings of Blood and Milk by Frederic Fontenoy

(via dawdy)

Lynda Benglis, Eat Meat (1975)

(via c-hlorophyll)

Today in “Why is this my life please help me.”

Doin stuff with nails

Alice got into my art school so now we get to spend the next two years doing gross art in the same place at the same time, COLLABORATIONS ARE IN OUR FUTURE

Detail from “Sorry.”

"A painting that is emphemeral."

Meat nailed to a tree.

Randomly hammering my shit to the wall.