After the breakup with my most recent Ex, i learnt that he had thrown the following art i made him into the trash. fortunately i had photos of it and the distinct feeling i had was that my art was more substantial than the transience of its muses. Attempts to incinerate the personal or have it buried in a landfill for sake of keeping the personal space rigidly regulated here fail as i share these images now. An exposure that i feel would make special sense to a professional psychoanalyst, trained in that sleeping unconscious membrane, threshold. The personal is political, the dream is real. We have a whole documented history of men making muses of women and having that etched into the mass symbollocks. Well here is some from the Ladies corner...
"so far we've got retro-future alien babies and alien hearts.
Astronauts and mutating chess pieces that change the fundamentals of the game - thanks to the dialectics of love-
We've got grids being washed away by the waters of the real but thankfully the womb-painter keeps us swimming":
'The Earth is the moons toxic waste'
"I titled, dated and signed this one which is not something i always do, but i decided that this piece right here is an official artwork, don't ask me how i decide these things.
My free associations of the piece go something like...
the earth is the moons toxic waste
toxic waste is the unconscious
toxic waste is the real
and we're swimming in it honey!
(one of our first conversations you told me you were a swimmer of the real)
The red thing in the middle?
Well that is what we create between us.
That is our alien baby.
It is our retro-future thing.
It is my moving, morphing, breathing and very ALIVE love for you Eliot.
Also, following that, it could be a really creepy cool alien heart.
Alien computer asks:
What if the chess pieces themselves mutated?
The background of this piece is made from three screenshots of a videochat we had, you were playing with your filters/face apps. Then i add collage and coloured pencil:
Free association explanation of this piece (23/5/20)
Here illustrated is the 'other side' of Freuds castration theory.
Skirting with some Jungian metaphor, yin-yang.
Spearing male loses his spunk- that is his creative material- to the vag.
Womb envy is the unconscious of penis envy.
and so the creative process is here left to the woman, seen here making paintbrush of spear.
Basic dialectic metaphor of the sexes.
Karl Marx wishes he had a cunt.
Cunt being the metaphoric site of all his metaphors.
Production, production, circularity baby.
Consider the form that carries your concepts bro Karl.
#rad fem
#i fucking love Eliot Rosenstock xxx
Here illustrated is the 'other side' of Freuds castration theory.
Skirting with some Jungian metaphor, yin-yang.
Spearing male loses his spunk- that is his creative material- to the vag.
Womb envy is the unconscious of penis envy.
and so the creative process is here left to the woman, seen here making paintbrush of spear.
Basic dialectic metaphor of the sexes.
Karl Marx wishes he had a cunt.
Cunt being the metaphoric site of all his metaphors.
Production, production, circularity baby.
Consider the form that carries your concepts bro Karl.
#rad fem
#i fucking love Eliot Rosenstock xxx
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