Screenage Kicks and Blowing Wicks
The dialogue has all but stopped. The irony isn't lost on me, but then again it never is. "Hello, I think you're beautiful and I couldn't walk away without saying hello." - EX. I feel myself again. I'll leave that open to interpretation.
Still. The desultory game of leap frog that is a tour gets keeps my blood flowing, but the danger in that is the fact that it keeps my brain squirming. No matter how good it is, and sometimes because of that, I wake up feeling miserable. It doesn't take me that long to shake it off most of the time, but it's always there. Always.
In the wake of being censored in Buffalo and chomping at the bit at the NBC studios, I'm grateful (I nearly choked) for the anaclictic release of a live show tonight. Found myself singing and sketching, felt like a turn of the century Austrian missing a green field and a nun to look after the children, stopped abruptly. No one's the wiser, I thought. But I've always been one for running commentary so there you go. A living, breathing DVD extra of mildly embarrassing curtain lifting.
Because no one's mentioned it in press or to me privately, I thought I'd give you a hint as to the origin of the mutilation make up of the dancers' faces during mOBSCENE on tour and in the video. When Dita styled them, the hairstyle she chose reminded me of Elizabeth Short, known as the Black Dahlia. The murder case of the aspiring actress in the 1940s was never solved and has intrigued enough writers and film makers to tell and re-interpret her story in works of both fiction and non-fiction. Her body was found in long grass in California by a woman and her child, cut in half around the waist and drained of blood. Her mouth was cut in such a way that it gave her a gruesome "smile" of sorts and she was slashed all over. There were rope marks on her ankles, wrists and her neck and she'd been sodomized and grass was stuffed in her vagina. Just why she was murdered so brutally is still a mystery, but theories abound. My personal theory is that she ran across a psychopath that becamse enraged at the fact that she had a genital defect which rendered full penetration impossible. I became a little obsessed with the case myself, and in fact did a series of paintings of Elizabeth Short. I priced the close up post-mortem portrait at $30,000 because I don't really want to sell it. I used iodine in all four of the paintings to give them a medical feel, and the colors initially came from a morning when I found my sheets soaked in my own blood. The colors were captivating and though I did use some blood to try to capture the look of it, I ended up using a set of Alice in Wonderland watercolors instead. Not so much a hint as a fucking map and my house keys. How unamBIGuous of me.
It's Pavlovian sex hour. Must play Apollo to my pythoness. Irrumation inspires fine tribute.
You never call, you never write.
MM
Still. The desultory game of leap frog that is a tour gets keeps my blood flowing, but the danger in that is the fact that it keeps my brain squirming. No matter how good it is, and sometimes because of that, I wake up feeling miserable. It doesn't take me that long to shake it off most of the time, but it's always there. Always.
In the wake of being censored in Buffalo and chomping at the bit at the NBC studios, I'm grateful (I nearly choked) for the anaclictic release of a live show tonight. Found myself singing and sketching, felt like a turn of the century Austrian missing a green field and a nun to look after the children, stopped abruptly. No one's the wiser, I thought. But I've always been one for running commentary so there you go. A living, breathing DVD extra of mildly embarrassing curtain lifting.
Because no one's mentioned it in press or to me privately, I thought I'd give you a hint as to the origin of the mutilation make up of the dancers' faces during mOBSCENE on tour and in the video. When Dita styled them, the hairstyle she chose reminded me of Elizabeth Short, known as the Black Dahlia. The murder case of the aspiring actress in the 1940s was never solved and has intrigued enough writers and film makers to tell and re-interpret her story in works of both fiction and non-fiction. Her body was found in long grass in California by a woman and her child, cut in half around the waist and drained of blood. Her mouth was cut in such a way that it gave her a gruesome "smile" of sorts and she was slashed all over. There were rope marks on her ankles, wrists and her neck and she'd been sodomized and grass was stuffed in her vagina. Just why she was murdered so brutally is still a mystery, but theories abound. My personal theory is that she ran across a psychopath that becamse enraged at the fact that she had a genital defect which rendered full penetration impossible. I became a little obsessed with the case myself, and in fact did a series of paintings of Elizabeth Short. I priced the close up post-mortem portrait at $30,000 because I don't really want to sell it. I used iodine in all four of the paintings to give them a medical feel, and the colors initially came from a morning when I found my sheets soaked in my own blood. The colors were captivating and though I did use some blood to try to capture the look of it, I ended up using a set of Alice in Wonderland watercolors instead. Not so much a hint as a fucking map and my house keys. How unamBIGuous of me.
It's Pavlovian sex hour. Must play Apollo to my pythoness. Irrumation inspires fine tribute.
You never call, you never write.
MM