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Busts on Black
x x x x x x x x x x x x x Drawn with 4B pencil on a Musou Black ground. The images alter as you walk past them, since they are dependent on the light that is hitting … Continue reading
Nero Explains
Let me count the ways crime actually pays Big time. Once you’re handed the microphone, You can make manifest future realities: Hyperstition obtains by the telling of compelling stories, x Thus it is that prophecies become self-fulfilling. Engineered through media … Continue reading
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Tagged Anthony Howell, Antichrist, Hyperstition, Nero, poetry
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Deep Art’s need for a Reservoir of Chaos
Further Thoughts on Deep Art I like to think of what I do as a departure from modernism. I do what I call Deep Art. I see its precedent in Leonardo da Vinci’s advice to gaze at a wall to … Continue reading
Pleasure and Destruction
A new slideshow on YOUTUBE. The hyper-real becomes more intense than reality. The click-bait goes both ways. War or porn. Which is which? Can they be drawn at the same time?
Posted in art, war
Tagged amour and anger, Anthony Howell, Drawing by feel, savage drawing, sensual drawing
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Imaginary Illustrations
x x x x x x x What if one reversed illustration? If the picture came first, and it was up to the viewer to give it a story? A friend points out that this is nothing new. As this … Continue reading
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Tagged Anthony Howell, imaginary illustrations, poems without words, watercolours
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The Vintage to the Dungeon
The Vintage to the Dungeon – a poem by Richard Lovelace I. Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully! Care shackles you in liberty: Mirth frees you in captivity. Would you double fetters adde? Else why so sadde? Chorus Besides your … Continue reading
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Tagged poetry, Richard Lovelace, the music of your chains, The Vintage to the Dungeon
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Anatomy of Emptiness
x It is not easy to create emptiness. What should you tip it into? A deserted square, Possibly by moonlight? Time is the perspective Lending it a depth. Here, in an abstracted way, Melancholy toys with metaphysics. Emptiness recalls all … Continue reading
Snap
x I was a war widow’s only child. Her mother was a frightful tease. She would say anything to get a rise Out of my mother or me. A war widow herself, She lived with her house-keeper As my mother … Continue reading