Sunday, July 19, 2009

Herbert Baglione




















Herbert Baglione

Rainer Maria Rilke (1875 - 1926)



"I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living. Because we are alone with the alien thing that has entered into our self; because everything intimate and accustomed is for an instant taken away; because we stand in the middle of a transition where we cannot remain standing. For this reason the sadness too passes: the new thing in us, the added thing, has entered into our heart, has gone into its inmost chamber and is not even there any more, is already in our blood. And we do not learn what it was. We could easily be made to believe that nothing has happened, and yet we have changed, as a house changes into which a guest has entered. We cannot say who has come, perhaps we shall never know, but many signs indicate that the future enters into us in this way in order to transform itself in us long before it happens. And this is why it is so important to be lonely and attentive when one is sad: because the apparently uneventful and stark moment at which our future sets foot in us is so much closer to life than that other noisy and fortuitous point of time at which it happens to us as if from outside. The more still, more patient and more open we are when we are sad, so much the deeper and so much the more unswervingly does the new go into us, so much the better do we make it ours, so much the more will it be our destiny, and when on some later day it "happens" (that is, steps forth out of us to others), we shall feel in our inmost selves akin and near to it. And that is necessary. It is necessary and toward this our development will move gradually that nothing strange should befall us, but only that which has long belonged to us. We have already had to think so many of our concepts of motion, we will also gradually learn to realize that that which we call destiny goes forth from within people, not from without into them. Only because so many have not absorbed their destinies and transmuted them within themselves while they were living in them, have they not recognized what has gone forth out of them; it was so strange to them that, in their bewildered fright, they thought it must only just then have entered into them, for they swear never before to have found anything like it in themselves. As people were long mistaken about the motion of the sun, so they are even yet mistaken about the motion of that which is to come. The future stands firm . . . but we move in infinite space.

How should it not be difficult for us? "
link to excerpt via thecry.com

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Saturday, July 18, 2009

Yonosequemierda

Hildi and I present... Yonosequemierda!
This is a little triangle creature we made for Tere because it is her birthday! (we're happy you exist puta.) Its got 4 outer space arms, fire tentacles, and kittie whiskers, ears and tail. Yonosequemierda is so nice, it got us fruits and yogurt today!
Its been a while since we made any plush creatures and it was a lot of fun.





Thursday, July 16, 2009

Bruno 9li

















Images via his website

John Thompson's Cosmic Trigger Finger

If you've ever read Cosmic Trigger by Robert Anton Wilson, I'm sure you can recognize the following illustrations created by John Thompson peppered through out the book.

I've looked all over the place for a virtual version of these images, but you really can't find them at all separate from the book. Except for now, of course.

Enjoy these epic paradigm shifting images!





















Friday, July 10, 2009

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

whats up? (foxes tails pig tails)


Miniature exquisite corpse with Natali

Chunky Chonga VS Rocka' Chola





Two sides of the country and two very distinct bad ass bitches!
Dennis and I

Happy Birthday Danni!!!!



A Birthday wish for little Danni!
Dennis and I

Don't look back unicorn


Esquisite Corpse with Natali

Carrot Juice




Dennis and I

Friday, July 3, 2009

Sshhhh...



H-bomb and I