Tag Archives: Anthony Howell

Busts on Black

x x x x x x x x x x x x Drawn with 4B pencil on a Musou Black ground.

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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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Bomb Bait

The state is a child. Imagine the worst case scenario Ticking away. She has swallowed some nuclear thing. She is bundled up in the sort of net that lifts a cargo x Onto a boat. Of course you want to … Continue reading

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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?

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Anger: A new slide-show on Youtube

Click on ANGER – my new video on Youtube. But maybe open a vigorous track before you press play on my link. Almost all my slide-shows can be found on Youtube @theanthonyhowell here There is also STENCIL ART – which … Continue reading

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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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NOUVEAU RÉGIME

x The children keep disappearing. They vanish, into thin air. From Little Saint James, Khan Unis or Khartoum, Tampa, Columbus, Baton Rouge, the children keep disappearing, Just as they did from the view of Théophile de Viau And Rétif de … Continue reading

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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

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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

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Dinghy

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