corpse watching

landing

fountain

scrolls

Screenshots taken from my phones gallery then made into reels of association
Pre-Raphaelite woman:

Becoming Bel Del:

Night Elixer:

art admirer

From the book full of bums I found lots of women who admire my art, like this one:

the birth of a porn star

I try to imitate Belle Delphine... 

and become a little scary.

My friend sends me a book full of bums...

My image gallery tells a story...

cutting a face

trying to cut the face app off 

Louis Wain

I here formulate a wish to become a louis wain cat:

tarot cards: naming

I like naming things on impulse and watching to see how they take on their name, what they make of it. It is in this sense I decide when a certain image I create is a tarot card or not. I haven’t the patience or passion to give my attention to deep systems by way of exploring tarot and what it means in a greater context. I am only really interested in what it immediately means to me. And I enjoy this so much so that I actively resist ‘reading into’. I feel me naming it is effort enough and it is for it to decide how it would like to enunciate its particular name. I am always surprised by it.
So if I were a factory you could say I am a blind mechanism that says ‘begin’.

At the moment I am very fixated on images of people doing things with their hands. Like my naming, I don’t know exactly what they are doing, but the image of them being lost in it, in the it it, I find enchanting. A shallow mystification with it not being my job to create depths, yet still the archaeologists and deep sea divers are jealous of me, I am told.

ectoplasmic pornstar

spoon

spiro-vessel

A re-arranged astrological system...

mother is a spirograph ring...

ectoplasm and the juicy seance

more vessels from my alien botanical garden

the vessel that named itself...

well vessel...

the boxed vessel...

resuscitation of a butterfly

Lacan experiments in the Juicy séance of Jouissance.
Continued from the projection play...flex of the butterfly

blue vessel