Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Coconut milk yogurt

Was shopping at Whole Foods a couple days ago and found this in the yogurt section:

I love yogurt, but I only bought one (in vanilla; they have other flavors, too), because I wasn't sure if I'd like it. I wish I had bought more, it was fucking amazing -- the brand name is certainly appropriate. The vanilla flavor is nice and sweet, with just a hint of coconut milk; the texture is silky and creamy. This would be an excellent yogurt for anyone who cannot, or does not, eat dairy or soy. I like milk-based yogurt just fine, but would gladly include this in my regular yogurt-buying.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Why, indeed.

Lately, I have been feeling used up, bored, restless, uninspired, empty, burnt-out, frustrated, wanting.

I know it's just a phase and it will pass, but in the meantime, it SUCKS. I want something to focus all my energy into, and nothing seems to feel right... feels like all I am doing is killing time, now. I need a PROJECT, for fuck's sake. I need to WORK, I need something NEW.

Friday, December 26, 2008

Rest in peace, Mr. Bun-Bun.

Rest in peace, Mr. Bun-Bun

My brother's rabbit passed away sometime Christmas morning after some recent health troubles. He was about 7 years old.

He had been a Christmas gift to my brother from his former girlfriend about 7 years ago.

He was a sweet, affectionate, loving bunny who loved to play and give kisses.

He was loved by everyone who knew him.

I'll miss you, Mr. Bun. :(

Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Xmas Eve On Arthole Radio

Join us this Christmas Eve on Arthole Radio for a four hour festive feast!

The shows will play back to back starting at 9pm GMT
(1pm SLT / 4pm EST).

Arahan Claveau brings you Burroughs, Burl Ives and The Beatles, with a touch of Cheech & Chong and Charlie Brown.

Featuring a conversation with Nebulosus Severine, singing cats, holiday cheer, and all the Bibbe Hansen bashing you can fit into an hour.

Nebulosus Severine's annual Festive Freak Show.
Guaranteed to displease.

Copy and paste this link into your streaming media player:

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Captivating, haunting images

Caption: A statue of Rigas Feraios, a Greek writer and revolutionary who died in 1798, stands vandalized with an anarchy symbol outside the Athens University on December 12, 2008. (ARIS MESSINIS/AFP/Getty Images) #

Was surfing the web tonight and came across a series of photographs about the recent riots in Greece that just blew my mind:

On the night of Saturday, December 6th, two Special Guards of the Greek police clashed with a small group of young men. The exact details of what took place are still unclear, but it is known that one of the Guards fired three shots, and one of those bullets caused the death of 15-year-old Alexander Grigoropoulos - whether the injury was made by an accidental ricochet or deliberate shot remains to be determined. The two Guards are now in jail awaiting trial, the shooter charged with homicide. This incident sparked an immediate and widespread response in the form of angry demonstrations and riots in many Greek cities that have continued at varying levels to this day - though dimming in intensity recently. Alexander's death appears to have been a catalyst, unleashing widespread Greek anger towards many issues - police mistreatment of protesters, unwelcome education reforms, economic stagnation, government corruption and more.

To see the rest of the images, follow this link:

Monday, December 15, 2008

We are very intellectual, and we have very intellectual conversations.

[14:58] Me: ROFL WTF!!
[14:58] Me: hahahah
[14:59] Friend: god lmao i can't even begin to comprehend trhat
[14:59] Me: rofl
[14:59] Friend: hallowmas lol what about christoween?

'not being able to create art / they will not understand art'

(if you cannot see the above video, click here)

The Genius Of The Crowd
Charles Bukowski

there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day

and the best at murder are those who preach against it
and the best at hate are those who preach love
and the best at war finally are those who preach peace

those who preach god, need god
those who preach peace do not have peace
those who preach peace do not have love

beware the preachers
beware the knowers
beware those who are always reading books
beware those who either detest poverty
or are proud of it
beware those quick to praise
for they need praise in return
beware those who are quick to censor
they are afraid of what they do not know
beware those who seek constant crowds
for they are nothing alone
beware the average man the average woman
beware their love, their love is average
seeks average

but there is genius in their hatred
there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you
to kill anybody
not wanting solitude
not understanding solitude
they will attempt to destroy anything
that differs from their own
not being able to create art
they will not understand art
they will consider their failure as creators
only as a failure of the world
not being able to love fully
they will believe your love incomplete
and then they will hate you
and their hatred will be perfect

like a shining diamond
like a knife
like a mountain
like a tiger
like hemlock

their finest art

Friday, December 12, 2008

Holy crap -- THIS is the show that made me want to be an artist.

Was hanging out in SL, chatting with various people, and the topic of art came up, and I mentioned Robert Longo (my favorite artist & one of my biggest influences), and I decided to Google something about him, and I came across this article -- written about the VERY exhibition that lead to one of the biggest turning points in my life -- the one that made me want to be an artist -- I call it my "artistic epiphany" -- HAHA! This is the show that I am always telling people about when they ask me how I discovered that art was (is) my calling -- holy shit!!

Okay -- so. A little background info regarding:

When I was 14, in the summer between my freshman and sophomore year, I took a college-level summer art program for high-school kids at the University of Hartford. It was a 3-week class, Monday through Friday, 7 hours a day. Sculpture class in the morning; an hour for lunch; then drawing in the afternoon. At the end of the course, our class took a field trip to the Wadsworth Atheneum, which just happened to have a Robert Longo exhibition going on at the time.

That field trip changed me profoundly -- and changed my idea of what an artist could do, and what art can BE. It made me realize exactly what I wanted to fucking do with my life.

So anyway, the article:

ART; Secondhand Emotions in Varied Media
Published: August 5, 1990

LEAD: THE main event now at Wadsworth Atheneum is ''Robert Longo.'' But first, the superlatives and demi-superlatives: the 12-year retrospective is billed as ''the primary contemporary art exhibition in New England this summer'' and as the vehicle for ''some of the largest works ever mounted'' at the Hartford museum.

Mr. Longo himself is advertised as ''one of the most significant figures of the generation that came to prominence during the 1980's'' and as ''one of the world's most heralded young artists'' (a title for which the competition is fierce). He is also called ''poet of urban life,'' a title that has a familiar ring.

As for the exhibition, it originated in slightly larger form at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, where it was organized by the curator of contemporary art, Howard Fox, and A.T.&T. is its angel. Accompanying the event is a catalogue containing essays by Mr. Fox and other authorities, with lots of photographs in black and white and color.

The tale of the artist's life makes chaotic reading. Having been graduated from Plainview High School, on Long Island, he spent about a year at North Texas State University, in Denton, then took to the road in a Volkswagen. Upon arriving in New York City, he worked in survival jobs and studied briefly with the sculptor Leonda Finke. Receiving a grant in 1972, Mr. Longo, then in his 19th year, proceeded to Italy, where he applied himself to learning art history and painting restoration. After that, more traveling, but a visit to the Rodin Museum, in Paris, clinched the idea of becoming an artist, and by the end of 1973, he was in Buffalo, at the State University College's art school.

In Buffalo, Mr. Longo began making the contacts that have been so crucial to his career - with the film makers Hollis Frampton and Paul Sharits, the photographer Cindy Sherman and a host of other talents, emerging and emerged. In company with some of these new friends, Mr. Longo set up the alternative space, Hallwalls, inviting the attention of Vito Acconci, Sol Lewitt, Lucy Lippard, Richard Serra and other notables, including the new curator of the Albright-Knox Art Gallery, Linda Cathcart.

So far, the artist's own work had been largely experimental, but in 1976, he staged his first performance, ''Artful Dodger.'' This caught the eye of Helene Winer, who invited him to Artists Space, her own territory in Manhattan, where he did another performance, this time with the help of several Buffalo friends. There followed an encounter with Jonathan Borofsky and, as a result, Mr. Longo's first reliefs in clay. Cast in aluminum and painted, the one called ''Seven Seals for Missouri Breaks'' made it into a group show at the Albright-Knox, and it is the earliest piece in the present display.

By 1977, the artist was very much in the Manhattan swim, sharing quarters with Ms. Sherman, working as Mr. Acconci's assistant, going to avant-garde movies, hanging out at the Mudd Club and other nightspots, organizing and participating in exhibitions. Of course, there were hard times, including a stint as a cabdriver. But Mr. Longo's star was rising, and in 1981, he made his first solo appearance in a commercial gallery, the aptly-named Metro Pictures. He had already acquired his collaborator, Diane Shea, a professional illustrator who ''improves'' his drawings.

Thanks to the ground broken by Pop, art had completed its metamorphosis from a solitary, sometimes dowdy occupation enlivened by the occasional eccentric to a highly charged collective activity that depends as much on the media as on its own media for success. Not that there is anything inherently wrong about that. Still, it goes a long way toward explaining Mr. Longo's way of alternating between naivete and slickness, solemnity and emptiness. There is angst in this art, but it is a secondhand version, an offset reproduction of the emotion.

The first piece to greet the visitor is a bank of four steel cylindars covered with gold leaf. It looks like a giant gold mangle hanging on the wall, and, every so often, the rollers rotate at high speed, making the gallery resonate like a Laundromat. Dated 1988 and titled ''Dumb Running: The Theory of the Brake,'' it could be the last object touched by Midas. To Mr. Fox, it suggests ''an absolute power that exists to serve itself and operates on all things external with equal indifference.''

Indifference, absence, alienation, indolence - these are Mr. Longo's themes, and he expresses them in many different forms. One is the large figure that is half-Samurai, half comic-book robot but all scales, chains, machine parts, bandoliers and guns cast into bronze. A creature with, among other things, two densely fanged mouths and a single female breast, it stands against a painted backdrop of opera boxes, holding a flagpole in one hand, a broken guitar in the other and emitting from its naked rump a bunch of thunderbolts. The figure symbolizes a fallen angel, possibly Beelzebub himself, and the title, ''All You Zombies: Truth Before God,'' has a moralizing tone. Nevertheless, the awe it inspires is strictly ''special effects.''

Though much concerned with the evils of the world, Mr. Longo is less than sophisticated when making his big points. ''Pressure,'' for example, is a painting of a young man in clown makeup who, literally, is under pressure from the relief above of office buildings painted pale gray. Yet this kind of thing is catnip to the literal minded. Mr. Fox likens the piece to Rodin's carving of Pallas Athena crowned with a diminutive Parthenon, and who but an esthete can gainsay him?

There are images that are heavy with meaning but work well as abstractions, like ''Joker: Force of Choice,'' an upended cross that is the sum of four right-angled chevrons of Corten steel. But the strongest punch comes from the black-and-white drawings of life-size figures in arrested motion, the men wearing business suits, the women dresses. Well-dressed nonentities with neither a past nor a future, they inhabit a perpetual freeze frame. The reviewer never sees them without thinking of the people who dance alone at discos, perhaps hoping to be caught as Mr. Longo catches them but in gorgeous grainy photographs.

As mediocre drawings these images are more memorable than they ought to be. The same can be said for ''Corporate Wars: Walls of Influence,'' an aluminum relief of office workers kicking, shoving and wrestling each other, which is flanked by two black shapes symbolizing corporate architecture.

Then again, the secret of Mr. Longo's success may be his very ingenuousness. Bizarre as it may seem, most of his work is as easy to ''read'' as Norman Rockwell's vision of Thanksgiving dinner.

The Robert Longo retrospective, which also includes videotapes, will remain at the Wadsworth Atheneum, 600 Main Street, Hartford, through Sept. 1.

[ Source: ]

I used to have the book from this show, but currently I have no idea where it is -- I may have lost it when I moved into my current home.

(I have some old photos from that art class floating around somewhere; when I find them, I will post them.)

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Night-Ghast items: Ice Pavilion

Ice Pavilion
25m Base
38 Prims

To purchase, simply donate L$1 or more to the vendor that contains the item you want, and you get it -- That's all!
Higher donations are encouraged and ALWAYS appreciated.

Monday, December 8, 2008

Jim Morrison's birthday

O great creator of being
grant us one more hour
to perform our art
& perfect our lives.

-- Jim Morrison

I commemorate his birthday every year.

And, weirdly, tonight as I browsed the web looking for pictures, I came upon two articles related to Jim:

Jim Morrison's Father Dies
December 3rd, 200

Late Doors star Jim Morrison's father has died, aged 89. Rear Admiral George Morrison died of natural causes on November 17. A veteran of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor in 1941, Morrison was largely disowned by his rock star son, who insisted his parents were dead in early interviews.

In 1990, Morrison visited his son's grave in Paris, France and had a plaque installed.

Shortly after the Morrisons moved to Coronado, California in 2002, the admiral's wife died, and reports suggest he has been i n declining health ever since.

Rear Admiral Morrison's private memorial service was held last Wednesday at Fort Rosecrans National Cemetery in San Diego, California.

The feeling was mutual - the seaman rarely discussed his son as he rose up the ranks.

Image of Morrison aged 65 unveiled

Scientists have revealed what legendary rocker Jim Morrison may have looked like were he still alive now.

Researchers at the University of St Andrews used the latest technology to create a computer-generated image of the singer and poet.

The Doors' frontman, who died at the age of 27 in Paris in July 1971, would have been 65 now.

The image, put together by the university's perception laboratory, shows the singer as a greying pensioner, with familiar piercing eyes.

The team used an image of Morrison in his mid-20s as a starting point.

Professor David Perrett, of the university's school of psychology, said: "We used 'ageing' software to reproduce the natural effects of ageing, taking into account changes in skin texture, hairline and hair colour.

"The process of ageing was mimicked by changing the texture and shape of the original image to simulate the changes in the skin that would occur between the ages of 40 and 70."

The perception lab team has previously created images of Hollywood stars Marilyn Monroe and James Dean, who also died suddenly at a young age. Images of Elvis Presley aged 70 and John Lennon at 64 have also been developed.

It is hoped the software being developed at the lab could be used for assisting with missing person inquiries, particularly those who have not been seen for many years.

The same software can also be used to change sex and race.
[Source: ]

Friday, December 5, 2008

Funny quote of the moment

"creationism, for people who think their god is too stupid to come up with evolution."
(Digg comment re: Roger Ebert's review of Ben Stein's 'Expelled')

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Night-Ghast items: Santa's Slain - Santa Chalk Outline

Santa's Slain! Santa Chalk Outline with blood splatter
- No Transfer
To purchase, simply donate L$1 or more to the vendor that contains the item you want, and you get it -- That's all!
Higher donations are encouraged and ALWAYS appreciated.

Santa's Slain

Get it here:

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Art I like lately - Liz Wolfe

I was first exposed to Liz Wolfe's photography via StumbleUpon and was immediately drawn to the whimsical/twisted imagery:

Butterflies on Branch, 2008 / Meat Tree, 2008

Bunnies in Blood, 2004

Though I am an artist myself, I suck at writing about it. Thus, I will borrow a few words from the Shape + Colour blog:

"...Wolfe is an expert not only at creating visually arresting images, but of layering her subjects so that you always have to look twice. In each photo, despite its saccharine veneer, there is always something more devious rippling beneath the surface."

Check out the artist's website for more.


Night-Ghast -- FREEBIE - Crashed sleigh on fire

Due to popular demand, the Crashed Sleigh on Fire is back this Xmas season:

Crashed sleigh on fire

Get it here --

Holiday crime scene
(Snowmen & police tape not by me. Pic taken at OD Designs.)

Friday, November 28, 2008


It is with quite a bit of reluctance that I return to the realm of selling things in Second Life.

I used to have a shop called Numinous, but I closed it in June of 2008 so that I could focus more on creating art. I always felt like I had a bit of an obligation hanging over my head to keep updating and promoting it, which frustrated me to no end -- especially since the commerce world of Second Life has gotten much, much more competitive (and cutthroat).

But I also missed out on MUCH needed funding that helped keep up my artistic pursuits. Arthole has a donation box, but I'm simply not getting enough from that.

So to make a long story short, I recently began setting up a NEW shop; however, this one has an entirely different philosophy.

It's called Night-Ghast, and you can purchase anything I create there by simply making a donation of L$1 or more for the item you want.

So, that if you think a Glowing Tree I made is worth L$50, you can pay the vendor that amount; or, if you like a jewelry set I made but only have a few Lindenbux to spend, you can pay the vendor L$1 and still get it.

Why am I doing it this way?

Two reasons:
-- I feel uncomfortable asking for a certain amount of money; I never know what to charge for things.
-- I want my products to be accessible and affordable. Art/culture/cool stuff shouldn't JUST be for people who have a lot of money.

Glow trees

I will blog more about this soon. In the meantime, if you want to check out what I have set up so far (at the moment, it's winter/holiday/Xmas stuff), here's a SLurl --

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

AM Radio on Arthole Radio this Wednesday!

Arthole Radio is pleased to announce that the first ever voice interview with elusive Second Life artist AM Radio will broadcast as part of The Amy Freelunch Hour this Wednesday, November 26th (details below). The interview was recorded after the two met in person last week, over breakfast.

In Amy Freelunch's words:
"I was honored - and shocked, actually - that AM agreed to meet up with me and to record an interview. In person, I found him to be deeply thoughtful and articulate, more than I even expected - and I had pretty high expectations! He has much to contribute to the art community through his ideas and words, all of which makes me very excited to share this conversation with you."

Freelunch is in the process of creating an archive of recorded conversations with Second Life artists; this talk with AM Radio is the first in that series. Next week (December 3rd) her show will feature a conversation with writer Cyrus Huffhines (known in RL as Bryan Campen), who produced the virtual installation for 77 Million Paintings by Brian Eno. Huffhines speaks about a build he is currently working on, recreating his childhood home from which he and his family - including his bi-polar father - were evicted when the artist was an adolescent.

In real life, Amy Freelunch (aka Amy Wilson) is an artist and college professor of art, art history, and critical studies at the School of Visual Arts in NYC. Formally a regular contributor to Brooklyn is Watching, Freelunch joined Arthole Radio shortly after its launch in September 2008. She writes about Second Life art and culture in her blog see-through -

Arahan Claveau: 9.00pm UK/GMT (1.00pm SL/PST)
Amy Freelunch: 10.30pm UK/GMT (2.30pm SL/PST)


Nebulosus Severine: 9.00pm US/EST (6.00pm SL/PST)
Amy Freelunch: 10.30pm US/EST (7.30pm SL/PST)

To listen to the stream, copy and paste this link into your streaming media player -

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Art I Like Lately - pencils, crystals, bread

Carbon Copies by Nadine Jarvis -

Pencils made from the carbon of human cremains. 240 pencils can be made from an average body of ash - a lifetime supply of pencils for those left behind.

Each pencil is foil stamped with the name of the person. Only one pencil can be removed at a time, it is then sharpened back into the box causing the sharpenings to occupy the space of the used pencils. Over time the pencil box fills with sharpenings - a new ash, transforming it into an urn. The window acts as a timeline, showing you the amount of pencils left as time goes by.

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Seizure by Roger Hiorns -

...80,000 litres of a copper sulphate solution was poured in from a hole in the ceiling. After a few weeks the temperature of the solution fell and the crystals began to grow...

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Bread Body Parts by Kittiwat Unarrom -

Since 2006 Thai artist Kittiwat Unarrom (whose family also runs a bakery) has used dough as his medium to sculpt gruesome renditions of hand, feet, heads, torsos and other body parts. The results are unnervingly realistic with eyes, lips and other details constructed out of cashews, raisins and the like. A lack of hair and blood-like glazes make the work all the more creepy. Sold at his family's bakery in Ratchaburi, Thailand, he displays the parts wrapped like food in plastic and hung from meat hooks. Apparently, the art is in fact edible and tastes like regular bread.
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Friday, November 14, 2008

Are you kidding?

Got this offline message from a Second Life resident today (name has been omitted):

[11:33] R******** A*****: Hello I'm trying to reach you pleasel eave me am essage thanks
[11:34] R******** A*****: You built a david bowie building and I'm having a massive party in his honor next saturday could I have a copy of this building and or textures?
So, let me get this straight -- you want me to just hand over something I took time and energy to create, not to mention what it cost me in upload fees, so you can take the credit for it when you throw this "massive party"?

Granted, I do give away a lot of my art. But this is a lot different. Maybe if he had asked me to build it for him, and maybe if he had invited me to the party, too? Jesus.

Monday, November 10, 2008

November in my soul.

November is a particularly nostalgic time for me when it comes to the online world and computers.

I hadn't really used computers much until 1997, when my roommate got her first computer. She introduced me to AOL (ha!) and chat rooms and surfing the web, way back then.

I remember it was November at the time I became consumed with this new hobby; I have some distinct emotional memories of conversations spent in chat that went well into the darkest hours of the night. I remember the cold, rainy gloom of late Autumn just outside my window. Grey skies; dead brown leaves; cold, damp drizzle. I remember a conversation about a dark room lit with only a single blue lightbulb, and white sheer curtains billowing in the breeze. Fragments of memory, but so vivid.

So anyway. About this time every year, once Halloween has passed, I tend to get a little nostalgic for that time of discovery. Just this evening I was looking through some of my old archives, and though I didn't quite find what I was looking for, I did find a random snippet of something I wrote long ago -- a very old Artist's Statement for a simple webpage I had created to showcase a number of my old sketchbook drawings:

-- There came a moment in my life when I realized, 'If I were not an artist, I'd have been a murderer.' My art allows me to channel my emotions into a metaphorical violent act. The subjects of my drawings become my victims, yet are also self-portraits. (Self-infliction?) A catharsis of hue and blood, this collection is only a small sampling of my work. Not for the fragile-minded or for those who cannot tolerate the idea of pain. --

I checked the file properties, and it was dated September 3, 2000; the actual date I wrote it is probably older than that. I can barely remember writing it at all.

Even older is this picture I had drawn in Microsoft Paint -- my first digital art EVER, done in 1998:

OLDE shit - My first digital art EVER - 1998

And another, from right around the same time:

OLDE shit -- First digital self-portrait (1998)

I used to get a bit sad the day after Halloween -- I dreaded the approach of the Xmas season, the cold, the seasonal depression that grips me almost every winter. I still do, of course, but now, I also get pangs of melancholy nostalgia this time of year.

In November... at night, part of me is eternally wandering through the raw, misty gloom... wandering alone in the darkness, bundled up in sweaters and scarves, trudging through puddles and scattered piles of decomposing leaves. November in my soul.

November in my soul

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Quote found on the web today

All Alone Inside Yourself
by MEJC, Oct 21, 2008

In your moments of sadness.

The true horror of life
Is the shocking realisation
That in your most suffocating moments
Of emotional intensity
You're all alone
Inside yourself


Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Repost: "I'm Too Sad To Tell You"

(Reposted from my May 1st, 2008 entry.)

"I'm Too Sad To Tell You" by Bas Jan Ader

Some more info:

In a work titled I'm Too Sad To Tell You, Ader filmed himself drinking from a cup of tea, then collapsing into tears of grief. He then made postcards of pictures of himself crying, with the sole inscription "I'm Too Sad To Tell You," and mailed them out for everyone to witness. Even though the performance was a public display and confession through the mail, it remained private, a solitary person's unidentified grief.
(Written by Cindy Loehr; New Art Examiner, March 2000)


Monday, November 3, 2008

What fucking place do I have in this world, anyway? And I don't just mean Second Life, or just real life. I don't fucking belong here, I don't belong anywhere. I am fucking obsolete. I don't have anything to offer.

-- Locking myself away. Don't bother trying to contact me, I won't respond.

What now?

Maybe I just need a break, or something... but --

I feel burnt-out. Bored. Restless. Blank. Boring. Like I have nothing to fucking say. Nothing to offer.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Thought for today

I believe that everyone else my age is an adult whereas I am merely in disguise.
-- Margaret Atwood

Friday, October 24, 2008


World Of SL readers, click here:

Last night, for the first time, I viewed the amazing film known as....

My life will never be the same.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Event this Sunday

Event October 26th, 2008
'In the Hall of the Pumpkin King' event @ Cetus --
Sunday, October 26th, 2008
4 pm SLT/PST


Hope to see you there!

RIP, Dolemite!

Rudy Ray Moore
March 17, 1927 – October 19, 2008
"I'm going to let 'em know that Dolemite is my name
fucking up motherfuckers is my game!"

Friday, October 17, 2008

Art I like lately - William Elliott of 'What Fresh Hell is This?'

Stumbling around on the web tonight, I came across an internet comic strip called What Fresh Hell is This? by William Elliott and Tom Nash.

The humor's a bit inconsistent, but some strips had me cracking the FUCK up (like this one -

It's the illustrations, however, that really, really grabbed me -- I read through the entire site in one sitting, and I can't wait to see more.

All the artwork for WFHIT is done by William Elliott, whose style reminds be a bit of Jhonen Vasquez, especially in earlier strips -- not that it's a BAD thing. Just check out the "Doodles" page -- fucking BRILLIANT technique:

Images and work ©2006-2007 Will Elliott and Tom Nash

Tonight I'm going to add a link list to this blog - "Sites I Really Fucking Like."
What Fresh Hell is This? will be the first one I add to it.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Art I like lately - Vincent Castiglia

I found out about Vincent Castiglia while browsing a recent issue of Rue Morgue magazine.

Vincent Castiglia - The Accuser
Artist's blood on paper
22 x 30 in.

A blurb about the artist and his work:
All of Vincent Castiglia's work is created using only his blood, and water, sometimes utilizing pen and ink. Castiglia finds that to connect with his work on this level is obligatory. This is integral to the veracity of each work. For Castiglia, it is as if the force contained within his vital fluid and the space in which he is rendering with it, converge, quickening the image.

Vincent Castiglia lives and works in New York City. His work has been explored by several international art, tattoo, and lifestyle publications.

His use of blood as a medium fascinates me, and is also something I identify with a bit, as I have used blood in my art before:

Look What You Made Me Do
CM Pauluh - Look What You Made Me Do
Ink, colored pencil, and blood on paper
Approx. 8.5 in. X 11 in.

Artist's official site:

Monday, October 13, 2008

Highly Sensitive

Highly Sensitive

The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:

A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.

To him... a touch is a blow,
a sound is a noise,
a misfortune is a tragedy,
a joy is an ecstasy,
a friend is a lover,
a lover is a god,
and failure is death.

Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create - - - so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.

-- Pearl S. Buck

Monday, October 6, 2008

Finally, yay! My Halloween 2008 build.

'In The Hall of the Pumpkin King'
Installation by Nebulosus Severine [2008]
Cetus Gallery District

In The Hall of the Pumpkin King

Although Halloween is my favorite holiday, I had some difficulty with this installation for weeks. I scrapped several things I started, and ended up building pretty much everything in one day.

Though I used mostly traditional Halloween imagery (pumpkins, gravestones, etc.), the central shrine was inspired in part by the 'ofrenda,' a traditional altar constructed to honor the dead during Dias De Los Muertos (observed November 1st and 2nd). I have echoed this imagery with the sugar skulls on either side of the Pumpkin King.

The name "Pumpkin King" is not intended to refer to Jack Skellington in 'The Nightmare Before Christmas.' Rather, this Pumpkin King is the Halloween Everyman, the spirit of All Hallow's Eve that resides within all who revel in this holiday.

This installation is rather simple, and is meant to be. It is a celebration of color and light and atmosphere -- intended to be a whimsical and a little bit eerie.

Sunday, October 5, 2008


You do not know how paralyzing that staring at a blank canvas is; it says to the painter, You can't do anything.
-- Vincent Van Gogh [Letter #378 (to Theo), October 1884]


Tuesday, September 30, 2008



Most people would assume, because I'm fat, that I'd be the kind of person who eats when I feel depressed or sad or nervous.

However... quite the opposite is true.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

New installation - 'Ornamental Love'

Was recently offered some gallery space at Sintetika by Nur Moo and didn't really know what I was going to build until today:

The piece will be there 'til roughly the end of October. More details (event, etc.?) forthcoming.

Ornamental Love
Ornamental Love

Installation by Nebulosus Severine [2008]
Sintetika sim
September/October 2008
[Best viewed at Midnight.]

I built this piece over the course of several hours when taking a break from working on an entirely different installation.

As I worked, the title came to me from somewhere in my subconscious - as often happens, my pieces seem to choose a name for themselves.

It was only later on that I realized 'Ornamental Love' is also the title of a piece by my favorite artist (and biggest influence), Robert Longo:

I had considered renaming it, but it didn't want another name.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Quote - "All we have to believe with is our senses..."

Friedlander II sim
"...All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not believe, then we still cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end."
-- excerpt from American Gods by Neil Gaiman (which I am currently reading)

Monday, September 22, 2008

Spontaneous photo meme

I have (indirectly) created a monster!

Unbeknownst to most of you, I also have a Livejournal account, which I created in order to be able to read the blogs of some friends. My friend Vady posted a meme recently, & I thought it sounded fun so I participated:

Take a picture of yourself right now.
Don't change your clothes, don't fix your hair... Just take a picture.
Post that picture with NO editing.
Post these instructions with your picture.
Spontaneous photo meme

Soooo I posted the above pic of me to Flickr; little did I know that the idea would become such a huge hit! Someone even started a Flickr group for it -- sponteneously me.

Fascinating, how this kind of thing spreads. Seeing all the pictures is amazing, too -- I love how everyone kinda adds their own twist to it. Fun times!

Friday, September 19, 2008

Arthole Radio weekly live broadcast

(Cross-posted to the Arthole blog - original post by Arahan)

From Wednesday 24th September we start weekly live broadcasts of Arthole Radio.

So the show can reach people in different time zones we will broadcast twice every Wednesday -

Arahan Claveau - 9pm GMT (1pm SL/PDT)

Nebulosus Severine - 9pm EDT (6pm SL/PDT)

Open this link in your media player of choice e.g Winamp, Windows Media Player, iTunes etc.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Burning Life 2008

A lot of people who know I'm an artist have been asking me lately if I'm going to have a build in Burning Life this year. My friends, for the most part, know why I refuse to take part in it.

Burning Life 2008

I left this piece at Brooklyn Is Watching recently and also responded to a post about it on the BIW blog, saying this --

Burning Life — oh, how I used to love the event…

I’m with agreement with Arahan about BL 2005 and 2006. Burning Life 2005 was one of the first major exhibitions of art & building that I’d seen in SL and it blew me away. In 2006, I was overjoyed to have been one of the participants — it was the first time I had a really big plot of land to build whatever I wanted.

The festival was handled FAR more simply then; the land plots were given by lottery. People interested in having a build would submit their names & a couple specifics (whether they wanted PG or Mature land, etc.) to a thread on the official SL forums, and the winners were (supposedly) chosen randomly. The winners were given their plots (which averaged about 1500 prims, I think) and left to build, and that was pretty much it, other than the Burning of the Man event. There wasn’t too much other involvement or interference, other than volunteers and Lindens keeping an eye on stuff that caused too much lag, etc.

In 2007, it all changed, though I am not sure why. BL is usually announced late in the summer, and in 2007 the time was fast approaching with nothing much being said about it, other than rumors on forums that the Lindens weren’t going to bother anymore.

Then announcements went up about it, finally — but this time, a regular resident was in charge. It seemed at the time that he had taken it upon himself to get it going, since the festival might not have gone on otherwise. I was happy at first to hear about it — would have been disappointed if it had just been canceled altogether — but the whole thing quickly turned into a fucking nightmare.

The land grab thing was pretty annoying, for one thing; each plot of land had a little 12-prim kiosk on it that HAD to remain on your plot for the duration of the event. And most plots, other than the large theme camps, were considerably smaller than in years past — most about 200 or 300 prims. These issues were the LEAST of what was wrong with the festival, however.

It quickly became apparent that the resident who took charge of BL — who I will refer to as V_c_r_ L_mb_rt — was on a big power trip and micromanaged everything. To make a long and pathetic story short, people’s builds were being scrutinized constantly, you-can’t-do-this, you-can’t-do-that…. Favoritism, backstabbing, pettiness, ugliness. Oh, and the stupid Porta-Potties. The fucking stupid, 60-prim (I think) Porta-Potties which have no fucking place in a virtual world where people do not have bodily functions to attend to, yet the organizers insisted on their presence.

Then there was the censorship of Cheen Pitney’s statue — one he has rezzed at BIW in the past, as a matter of fact — most of BIW’s regular viewers and readers will recognize it. I don’t even want to go into THAT whole fiasco, so I’ll paste the link to the unofficial Burning Life blog articles on it here:

[To DC, if you are reading this: We had a convo sort of recently about P__d M_h_vl_ch, and I mentioned vaguely that I despise her, tho I can't remember if I explained it all -- well, now you know why. I'm not printing her name in full here, either, because she has threatened to sue people in the past -- gimme a fucking break. Anyway -- ]

I ended up quitting BL 2007 in disgust shortly thereafter. I got myself into a bit of controversy on my way out by pasting a picture of V_c_r_ L_mb_rt’s face on a Burning Man model and leaving it on my abandoned plot. —
Within a day or two, I was locked out of SL, although I was never told I was banned for disciplinary purposes. Supposedly, it turned out to be a billing error, but the timing was pretty fucking uncanny. Not to mention that most of the things I had rezzed on my OWN land — not the BL plot, but my home gallery space — vanished without a trace, without explanation. It took me a week to get back into SL, and my missing items never returned.

I was stupid enough to have hopes that maybe, just maybe, BL 2008 would be handled differently, or at the very least, exclude V_c_r_ L_mb_rt and P__d M_h_vl_ch — you’d think Linden Labs would be out of their fucking MINDS to let those two back in after last year’s debacle — but, nope, both of those two still have major roles (though V_c_r_ has mostly a technical role rather than an organizational one, or so I’ve heard). As long as those two have anything to do with Burning Life, I sure as fucking hell will NOT be participating.

So now you know why I say, ‘Fuck your bureaucratic “arts” festival,’ Linden Labs, et al.

So -- now you know why I won't have anything to do with Burning Life, if you didn't already know.

Monday, September 15, 2008

Swan Star set

Swan Star set

Goes on sale September 15, 2008 at the Black Swan sim. Show starts at 12 pm SLT.

As most of my friends and acquaintances know, I don't sell my art for profit; rather I rely on making other things to sell to help support my art. This jewelry set is an example.

Also, this is the first thing I am releasing under the name of my new shop, Night-Ghast.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Thursday, September 11, 2008

Burned into my memory: "A plane just hit the World Trade Center"

Paranoia/Watching The Sky For Planes - remembering September 11th (part 1)

I had been at work (at a bookstore) when one of my co-workers told me the news.

Paranoia/Watching The Sky For Planes - remembering September 11th (part 2)

For a long time after that day, I was terrified every time I heard or saw a plane fly overhead. I lived near an airport at the time, and what had once been an everyday sound now sent me into a panic.

Paranoia/Watching The Sky For Planes - remembering September 11th (part 3)

I am a highly empathic person, and being acutely aware of the emotional state of literally everyone around me, I often became completely overwhelmed in the months following.

I was like many who couldn't turn off the television or stop watching. Since then, I've pretty much stopped paying attention to the news altogether.
(From the information notecard I added to this installation)

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

NEW top secret project!

Just offered to me not half an hour ago....

All I will say for now is that it will open October first, and that I am pretty fucking excited about it!

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Chasm R.I.P.

I was informed that the Cow sim, where 'Chasm' had been installed, was due to be sold on September 1st. So, regrettably, I had to take down everything the night after Arthole Season 2 opened.

'Chasm' itself wasn't much -- only about 500 prims in all.

'ORIENTATION' was built on that sim as well, which took up about another 3000 prims.

So, in all, I had two major installations on the sim that took up just under 3500 prims. Not bad. I have learned to be rather frugal with prim usage, though.

Frugal prim usage

I wasn't really too sad to take down 'Chasm' (though I wish I could have left 'ORIENTATION' up for a few more days so that Arahan & I could film it a bit); I was ready to say goodbye to it and move on.

Taking down 'Chasm'

Thanks again to everyone who contributed to, helped with, visited, and otherwise supported my projects on the Cow sim.

The sun sets on Chasm