The illustrations and sketches compiled on this website are on the one hand as fragmentary as the stops and starts, creative outbursts followed by near catatonic pauses of arid desolation that helped to produce them, and on the other, as intimately connected as the non linear essence that pervades the creative ego. The story reformulated itself many times throughout countless existences.
There is occult symbolism oozing from every interface, at every level, regurgitating itself in a frantic carnival of chaos and mayhem. Slipping in and out of the semi permeable membrane of the screen, they appear naked, stripped bare and unshackled from their once potent meanings. What is truly occult now amid this postmodern apocalypse of global mass media and consumption of information? Eternal lies the wisdom of the ages.
There is a symbolic language that flows from the being of every true artist. There is also a shit-show of sham and fakery, cynicism and bullshit paraded as art that dominates public perception. Perhaps ever was it thus. The function of a certain occult symbolism emerging (or re-emerging?) from the bowels of the earth and breaking through the encrusted platitudes of a dying civilization is to convey the secrets of not only survival, but continuance and the final victory of kith and kin over the tyranny of alienation, atomisation and voluntary enslavement, of beauty and culture over banality and un-culture..
Shards of thoughts. Some sharp, some blunt, some in confusing shapes that reflect images warped and frozen.