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 Jeanloup Sieff - The Black House, 1965

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Dwinell Grant

Fear of the Unknown

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True Detective / Twin Peaks

Parallelisms

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Steven Parrino (American, 1958-2005), Slip it in, 1987. Enamel on canvas mounted on panel, in 2 parts, each: 72 x 47 7/8 in.

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Robert Crumb's brother Charlie is a big inspiration for me. I felt bad for him because I don't think he had really a good life, but at the same time, the way he spoke and his obsessions just thrilled me. He seemed to be strangely at peace with things too. I loved the guy and wanted to put him in a film or work with him or just talk to him, but he committed suicide. That just killed me. Charlie and Robert Crumb shared many of the same talents, but Robert managed to develop his abilities and transcend the family, and Charlie could not. I guess Robert survived because he was driven and was able to put one foot in front of the other. Charlie had this beautiful obsession with "Long John Silver." and once he locked into that comic it seemed to seal the deal for him. He developed one obsession after another, retreated from the world, and stopped drawing. He could draw like crazy too—everybody in that family could draw. But Charlie reached the point where he was filling page after page with text, with maybe a shoe in the frame. That's how he ended it. Incredible stuff! And his mother threw it all away!

David Lynch • The Prints of David Lynch

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I love the shapes of letters and there’s something about words and images together that kicks in a great mental thing.

David Lynch • The Prints of David Lynch

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(1) Arne Sucksdorff, {1948} En kluven värld (A Divided World) (2) Walerian Borowczyk & Chris Marker, {1959} Les Astronautes (3) Walerian Borowczyk, {1964} Renaissance (4) Ridley Scott, {1982} Blade Runner (.gif via) (5) Chris Marker, {1990} an Owl is an Owl is an Owl (6) Béla Tarr, {1994} Sátántangó (.gif via) (7) Peter Tscherkassky, {2006} Nachtstück (Nocturne) (8) Virgil Vernier, {2014} Mercuriales

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When shall we three meet again?

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

(1) Maya Deren, {1946} Ritual in Transfigured Time (2) Machete Bang Bang, {2016} It Shall Come To Us

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“I am alien to the noises of cities, of people, to the greed of machinery that does not sleep, the hum of power that eats up the night. Where rain, sunlight and darkness are contemned, I cannot sleep. I do not trust anything that has been fabricated to replace the climate of woods or prairies. I can have no confidence in places where the air is first fouled and then cleansed, where the water is first made deadly and then made safe with other poisons. There is nothing in the world of buildings that is not fabricated, and if a tree gets in among the apartment houses by mistake it is taught to grow chemically. It is given a precise reason for existing. They put a sign on it saying it is for health, beauty, perspective; that it is for peace, for prosperity; that it was planted by the mayor’s daughter. All of this is mystification. The city itself lives on its own myth. Instead of waking up and silently existing, the city people prefer a stubborn and fabricated dream; they do not care to be a part of the night, or to be merely of the world. They have constructed a world outside the world, against the world, a world of mechanical fictions which contemn nature and seek only to use it up, thus preventing it from renewing itself and man.”

— Thomas Merton • Raids On The Unspeakable

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Suzanne in contortion, 1990 - by Joyce Tenneson (1945), American

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“I think eating animals will be to the 21st century what smoking tobacco was to the 20th century, and because this is becoming evident, the factory farmers are hitting back very hard. I don’t know anyone at all who eats animals, but the dominant animal-haters always make sure they are heard and seen, and this is why people such as I, who do not financially profit from their views, must also keep jabbing away. There is, in fact, no such thing as bullfighting, because no one actually fights a bull. There are bullmurders, but not bullfights. It’s similar to those who call themselves hunters, yet they are armed to the teeth with weaponry that gives them an absurdly childish advantage over the animal. The so-called hunter doesn’t even come within close range of the animal. Everything is done from a safe distance. This is why I despise people like Prince William and Prince Harry who have a paranoid obsession with killing animals. They are so typical of the stupidly cruel killers who never actually get their hands dirty. They are both absolute pests.”

— MORRISSEY

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Lynne, Point Lobos, California, 1956 - by Wynn Bullock (1902 – 1975), American

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Nicola Bealing (British, b. 1963, Hertford, UK) - People Plagued By Angels  Paintings: Oil on Linen

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Can you really ask what reason Pythagoras had for abstaining from flesh? For my part I rather wonder both by what accident and in what state of soul or mind the first man did so, touched his mouth to gore and brought his lips to the flesh of a dead creature, he who set forth tables of dead, stale bodies and ventured to call food and nourishment the parts that had a little before bellowed and cried, moved and lived. How could his eyes endure the slaughter when throats were slit and hides flayed and limbs torn from limb? How could his nose endure the stench? How was it that the pollution did not turn away his taste, which made contact with the sores of others and sucked juices and serums from mortal wounds? … It is certainly not lions and wolves that we eat out of self-defense; on the contrary, we ignore these and slaughter harmless, tame creatures without stings or teeth to harm us, creatures that, I swear, Nature appears to have produced for the sake of their beauty and grace. But nothing abashed us, not the flower-like tinting of the flesh, not the persuasiveness of the harmonious voice, not the cleanliness of their habits or the unusual intelligence that may be found in the poor wretches. No, for the sake of a little flesh we deprive them of sun, of light, of the duration of life to which they are entitled by birth and being.”

Plutarch

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Walruses By: Unknown photographer From: Natural History Magazine 1962

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“there is nothing here please go away”

David Lynch