Manifest epic.

Dreams run surreal.

Oddly enough, a search for the full lyrics to Chemlab’s “Pink” / [suture] turned up something disturbing with grainy-edit ties to John Carpenter’s Prince of Darkness, Fight Club, softcore smut, and Genesis P. Orridge. All things which I so thoroughly admire… coincidence?

How depraved of you to ask.

Quinn’s signature piece is often considered to be Self , a frozen sculpture of the artist’s head made from 4.5 litres of the artist’s own frozen blood taken from his body over a period of five months. This work is repeated every five years and will result in a unique record of the artist aging.

- Self – Marc Quinn

Marc Quinn has produced a variety of works which exhibit some unique aesthetic inclinations and an apparent determination to say something through the human form…

I’m less and less certain he has nice things to say.

Homeland Security Blanket

Sebastian Martorana’s sculpture encompasses the novel, the mundane, and the curious liminal space between the two – well worth your perusal.

via Valentina Tanni

They shoot horses don’t they (via Happy Famous Artists) is the recent work of Stephan Balleux. Combining portraits with nuanced and menacing aberrations of swirling grey matter comes naturally and even flows with the theme of paint as a rebellious medium itself imparting a fabricated essence or semiotic undercurrent into each distorted vision of the subject.

That was a mouthful.

… but when will these monstrosities be put down?

… or may they be forgotten, these transgressions of the human form? (Νηπενθές!)

Only in dreams… but
for every nightmare.