This is my second essay for Fortnight Journal, an online journal which features the work of “millenial innovators”…. and also me. Giggles.
This essay is about the fear of the lonely death, and I get to drop in Ernest Becker, Mark Rife, Yvette Vickers, kokodokushi– quite a few favorite people and concepts.
CLICK HERE to read the essay. Whatever the artist for Fortnight is being paid it’s not enough because the opening images for these are RAD.
Darren Blackburn (of Darren Blackburn Photography) shot me- like with a camera, not a pistol- a few weekends ago for the January issue of Dark Beauty magazine. This gave me an opportunity to dress up fancy and bust out all of the Victorian death tsotchkes that blanket my apartment. It also gave Darren and I a chance to yell “Daarrrrqquueee Beeyyoouuuttyy” over and over in increasingly weird ways throughout the day.
The photos were mostly shot on film, not digital, so we had no idea as we were shooting if they would come out well or not. I’ve never been shot as anything other than like “wwwoooo! It’s me on vaycay! Me at the crematory!” etc. So this is a new thang.
I will post the article from Dark Beauty as well as soon as I have it in my grubby little hands.
The amazing art of Noah Purifoy as it sinks and rots gently into the desert where it lives.
…and the most morbid 2012 to you and yours.
It’s the day after Christmas. Here I am in Hawaii with very little to do other than stare blankly at my mother’s cat and inject leftover pie directly into my veins.
My father was up in the attic a few weeks ago and found an old box of My Little Ponies from the late 1980′s, when I was but a five year old pony wielding lass. These ponies… ummm… have seen better days. Hawaii is damp and humid and wrapping ponies in plastic in an attic for 20 years has yeilded My Little Leprosy Ponies and My Litte Decomped Body Ponies.
If you’re a relatively happy adult there is something satisfying about bag of dirty, decayed childhood toys. Acceptance that you are no longer the creature that played with them. The Roman Empire of childhood has crumbled. Unlike the kids who die and their parents keep their rooms as immaculate shrines, you have grown into another being all together, without simple fantasies that life ever stays the same.
If you’re doing it right, this song should be playing in your head.
Anyway, long story short, I took all the My Little Despair Ponies and put them on a dead plant and made a festive Christmas tree! If you’re Jewish, feel free to attach them to menorahs, etc as a craft modifcation.