solace.

new music from chelsea wolfe. 

these days.

currently:

feathering the void of my new loft with favorite things such as these allyson mellberg taylor paintings.

working on baby planchettes. 

my grandfather after her wrecked his triumph & lived to tell the tale.

white boots. always

crystal tombs.

1/2

some of my black blood jewels are available over at sisters of the black moon.

chinese lanterns & venus fly traps at national mechanics

mermaid purse collecting in l.i.

heather gargon.

jewels with ouija board by paul romano at parlor gallery this month for their 'strange matter' show.

in the street.

joe boruchow mailbox wheat paste

more heather gargon

jennifer trask snake rib blooms at wexler gallery

 & me in my new loft. a favorite bit is the french doors in my bedroom. dreamy.

an otherness.

"Found objects interest me by their deep-rooted familiarity and their strong narrative potential. Essential to my work is the ability of such objects to create an emotionally coloured space, which allows the viewer to interpret it according to their particular experience. I am interested in moments between the actions: it is on the outskirts of any activity that my installations take place. The objects are always static and bound to their positions; they are intimate, although impersonal and self-contained in a way that makes human presence seem redundant."

enamored by artist nika kupyrova's catalog of works and installations, as well as her thoughtful statement. looking towards 3 dimensional inspiration as i begin to plan on a small fleet of ships for an upcoming show 'farewell' here in philly this fall. more on this soon. 

transporting.

patiently awaiting a box of books from small press caketrain. ordering books (though nothing can truly replace the feeling of picking out books in person; tasting small bits before committing, rocking back on your heels in excitement over a sentence, the smell & the weight of them, the odd position in the corner of the store whilst pouring over them)  makes me think of being a kid, when there were mail order book catalogs passed out in school. i would order: 'my teacher is an alien', roald dahl titles and books from the goosebumps series. when those books came, fresh and pages smelling of ink, i was in a sort of word heaven, lost in strange worlds. i'm glad i'm still able to transport this way, to still be excited by the physical arrival of books.

transformations.

these strange sculptures by artist judith g. klausner are composed of the dead; appropriated cicada wings, the delicate bodies of praying mantis', bone, moth. their reinvention suggest odd notions, a mantis is the ballerina in a jewelry box, cicada wings become the wings of a 'bird,' while a moth finally breeches a light bulb. 

what we preserve becomes special, forever.

what we carry.

lately as i've been transitioning, i've been thinking about the difference between what we carry within our hearts and what we carry within our minds. i wonder if there is truly a marked divide or if one landscape is just the extension of the other, if they pass meaning/thoughts/emotions like pieces of shared fruit.

the above work from artist and teacher alexi natchev is part of a large body of work, 'pages on the cobblestone' that opens tomorrow night at philly's gallery 309 & explores the complexities of both myth and a specific place in time. for me, i find comfort in the thought that our minds exist as places that can also hold the tremendous sea of the heart, that a specific place can hold the well of our being.

the sea knows me by name.

enamored by these new images by photographer shae acopian detar. 

tangles and splitting.

this.

here.

this.

current states & inspirations.

hard skin.

it's no secret that i'm fascinated by the metaphor & imagery of armor. these 'armor lingerie' pieces by artist naiza h. kahn feel especially potent to me these days as i consider undertaking larger art objects for an upcoming show this fall, as well as the idea of the second skin we all slip on during turbulently emotional/ psychic times. 

'Sea Witch' sneak.

Ellen Rogers x Ovate X Blood Milk

 (a trinity forged in the darkest of dreams) 

'Sea Witch' will be released next week.

 (after i finish this intense transplant this weekend)

for now, here's a peek at the campaign the loveliest Ellen Rogers shot of Ovate's clothing Mare Frigoris (Sea of Cold / in relation to the moon) & my jewels, pictured (as a headdress) is 'Ariel' a seahorse twin spyglass necklace & my very favorite piece from the collection.

take a peek at Audrey's amazing pieces available now here.

many thanks for all your recent kindnesses & support.

more very, very soon.

the sphinx.

this painting kills me.

gustave moreau

what is opened / what is veiled.

oscar sanmartin vargas

here it is hard to tell if it is for entering or leaving that the door of the circus of mists opens so often. the immense tent is marvelously patched by daylight. so it is easy to establish a perfect continuity between what is opened and what is veiled. it is no different in the kind of love where desire carried to the extreme appears to bloom just in order to sweep its lighthouse beam over the always new clearings of life. no depression follows upon joy. the room filled with swandown which we were just now crossing, and which we will cross again, communicates effortlessly with nature. speckling with blue and gold the reefs of honey devoid of any living being, i see a thousand eyes of children watching the summit that we will not be able to reach. it must be about time to set up the trapeze.

-from 'mad love' -andre breton.

the girl behind the curtain.

still imagining myself in a new place.

i hope that for those of you who celebrate easter, that you had an enjoyable holiday.

*carlie trosclair