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não adoro que ele entre em mim – rabisco

11 Mai

Rabisco inspirado no poema “não adoro que ele entre em mim“.

Nada de especialmente especial.

de lado – 0030

07 Mai

What is a slug after taking Viagra?
A kamikaze.

le fils de l’homme – rose

09 Abr

Outra versão da pintura “Le Fils de l’homme” (1964) de René Magritte – uma das pinturas modernas que mais admiro.
“L’Homme au chapeau melon” (1964) é mais uma pintura que esconde a face de um homem com uma pomba branca que voa da esquerda para a direita. Outra pintura de René Magritte que esconde a cara não de um homem, mas de uma mulher é a “La Grande guerre” (1964).

Ceci n’est pas une pipe, outra pintura de René Magritte, é um clássico do surrealismo.

son of man with bird cage

31 Mar

Outra versão da pintura Son of Man. Desta feita envolvida numa gaiola. Pensei nos pássaros do meu pai.

son of man – darth

06 Mar

Nada de especial. Uma brincadeira indolor – incolor.

porta VIII sempre na retaguarda da vanguarda.

black scat review #17

08 Jan

Yes, Virginia, Black Scat Review does DADA FORGERY. But is it anti-art?

You be the judge.

#17 is loaded with incendiary art & texts by Captain Anonymous, David Moscovich, Tristan Tzara, Anna Keeler, Christy Sheffield Sanford, Karl Waldmann, Ruth Crossman, Norman Conquest, Paulo Brito, Harry McCullagh, Michael Leigh, Gregory Autry Wallace, Eîlot Tuerie, Terri Lloyd, Doug Skinner, and Joseph Heathcott.

This is the last issue of BSR and a fitting finale it is. Don’t miss this one, folks, it’s destined to wind up a collector’s item on the ash heap of art history.
from Black Scat Books

Aqui está outro excelente número da Black Scat Review. A minha contribuição foi feita na forma de duas brincadeiras visuais.

lol, camuflagem 12.0

14 Nov

A versão Eça de Queirós, ainda sem história.

lol, camouflage 11.0 – spicy

13 Nov

Wearing a turban, his body covered with sandalwood ashes and painted with dye, his face decorated with an outline of a black beard, precariously wrapped in a ragged saffron robe, fastened on a piece of rope is a loincloth that pretends to hide his nakedness, with sacred beads and sequins around his neck, a gold chain looped on his right ankle, which makes him appear to be a young sadhu although he does not have any tilaka on his forehead, he walks through Rishikesh towards Haridwar.
A smile of pure satisfaction radiates from his face as his senses embrace the colors, smells and flavors of the spice stands that surround him.
Sitting near the bank of the Ganges River, wearing the shade of a tree, after having crossed the Laxman Jhula Bridge, he realizes how magnificent the smells of Rishikesh are and is proud to have chosen this pilgrimage route to the Maha Kumbha Mela. ‘It is incredible how in a crowd one can better perceive healthy solitude’ is the thought that arises before the undulating mystique of the Ganges River. It is this refuge that he needed and also the absorption of millennial energies.
It is almost sunset. The young sadhu rises and as he leaves behind the Ganges the aquatic magic is diluted harmoniously in the bustle of the metropolis and he feels like the link that unites the two landscapes. His readings taught him that there may be no chaos in chaos, as there may be no order in order, but these maxims begin to be broken when he is surrounded by a group of tourists who had hitherto been photographing the exterior of Trayambakeshwar.
‘A HOLY MAN!’ they shouted.
‘Holy? Where?’ he questions himself, but as he is pointed out by cell phones, he suspects that they think he is the saint, ‘crazy people!’

[… an excerpt …]

lol, camuflagem 11.1 – a abrir

11 Nov

Pediram-me para fazer lol ginecologista.
Aqui temos lol a ser forçado a abrir as pernas/braços.

le scat noir #217

06 Nov

Le Scat Noir Number #217 está disponível para download.

Mais um excelente lançamento de Black Scat Books.

Uma das minhas histórias lol tem a sua presença.

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