Beginning at midnight on November 29th, my shop will be running the most ridiculous sale ever since I’ve opened. 70% off. Everything. Every order. Want one print? It’s 70% off. Want 30 prints? That entire order is 70% off. All you need to do is use the coupon code “BLVCKDEATH.” Eat yourself into a coma and then blindly spend your money, it’ll make you feel better.
Spread the word. This nonsense ain’t gonna happen again for another year. I love all of you.
OKAY SO THERE’S AN HOUR AND A HALF LEFT OF THIS SALE. SO GO GET YOURSELF SOMETHING NICE <3
And as always, thank you. This weekend was amazing. I never thought that anything that I would do would get such a positive reaction.
A gallery of ceramic sculpture. It’s rare to feel as if an animal can possess you — inhabit your body, mind and spirit as if it were a new lover exploring all your real and artificial selves. Dress your dogs and cats with as many sweater vests, booties and hats as you want; they’ll never come close to the hybrid human qualities that seductively inhabit the work of Beth Cavener Stichter. This might be, in part, because she views her stone sculptures as portraits — of people she has met briefly in passing or good friends or family. She doubles the uncanny moment by acknowledging that these creatures are self-portraits as well, since the very act of interpreting another’s actions, facial expressions, and intentions says — and betrays — much more about our own fears and desires than the other person. We rarely acknowledge or intellectually wrestle with this flash-fiction judgment that we impose onto friends and strangers alike.
1 note, December 3, 2013
LOOK AT THAT FIFTH PICTURE OF THAT FISHY SHIT WHO THE HELL KNOWS WHAT ITS CALLED BUT LOOK AT ITS GODAMN FEET IM SO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW
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Part of a recently finished commission for a lovely person.
Dude. Done so well. I normally don’t like black outs but shit.
Suddenly I want to blackout my arm.
Oh my goodness gimme