full of grace

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Sometimes you get all dressed up for a creepy doll shoot, realize you’re actually a really fucked up madonna, and wonder what Freud would think of that. Trick question: it doesn’t matter because he’s dead and he was a hack anyway. In these shots, Holly and I are the quintessential dark mothers. The black goats of a thousand young. The progenitrices of all that lives under your bed.

I tried to go for a highly saturated movie-still look with these. Here’s hoping it came out.

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the beautiful side of decay

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It’s Art of Horror time again! It’s a juried show featuring works that “represent the beautiful side of decay, the finer points of blood letting, and that special something inside a depraved mind.” Last year Josh’s work was exhibited, and this year mine was! I dressed in my spookiest finery for the opening on Friday night, saw some bloody burlesque and a simulated human sacrifice, and gorged on eyeball cake pops. In other words: I was home.

The pieces will hang until October 25th. In the meantime, take a look at my favorite works. Mine is not among them because I stupidly forgot to photograph it. But you’ve seen it on the blog before: it was this photo!

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