A partir del próximo mes, el mundo pronto recibirá una invitación para experimentar la vibrante galería del artista sudamericano René Fernando Ortega Villarroel. Quienes se encuentren dentro del área son bienvenidos a asistir a la expo Franterno. Marquen sus calendarios para el 23 de marzo, cuando una exposición de grandes artistas sudamericanos que alteran la […]
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Claudia Vila Molina was born in Viña del Mar, Chile. Professor of language and communication at PUCV. She is a poet and literary critic.
Los Extraviados Claudia Vila Molina Read More »
In an asemic New Babylon, an endless plan of a constant architecture, sketch after sketch of alleyways and avenues, flows, interruptions, passages of ludic intrigue: our only concern will be for how the wind goes. The city-gestalt, our new Babylon, is stacked tier-upon-tier as with a Hindu temple, complete with the sombre front of a necropolis, grey and overbearing, the pantheonic structures of dead gods hewn into rock, but haphazardly, without plan or meaning.
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Claudia Vila Molina was born in Viña del Mar, Chile. Professor of language and communication at PUCV. She is a poet and literary critic.
poemas extirpados desde la raíz Claudia Vila Molina Read More »
I did my apprenticeship at the Priory of Gorze in the company of nuns and women converted to Orthodoxy. They are part of the local community.
Angélique Danielle Bègue Icônes Read More »
To the Grand Old Oak behind the Grapevine, To the Slippery Elm in the East, To the Multiflora Rose and Perilla Mint, And at the Blue Mistflower, do I cease.
Invocation and Offering at Ingomar Mound by P.D. Newman Read More »
no matter how you spin it, the X will land on four paws black cat prints on white dice every time. will mad scientists bring the mammoth back
It is a matter of wanting to magnetize the found elements. Unite them as if they were a solution to a problem, without having or presenting themselves as a problem. When you find an object, the unions occur on their own, the vision of that meeting begins to create its own work. A creative inspiration that is created through words and actions. Action art, theater, poetry, plastic arts.
Anthropomorphic Sap by Ricardo Enrique Castro Guerra Read More »
Collaboration and selection of masks made from artists living in Chile, France, Ireland, Manitoulin Island and Montana.
Mascarillas to Celebrate a Collaborative Earth Familia Read More »
François Cauvin is a Haitian Magic Realist based in Montreal. His recent works bring Haitian themes into the forefront of world awareness
Revolutionary Haitian Women by François Cauvin Read More »
Meesha Goldberg is a Korean American artist and poet living in Charlottesville, VA. Her experiences growing food, serving as an activist, and journeying to sacred places have made her a powerful advocate for the Earth. Goldberg has exhibited her work in solo shows around the United States, with her debut poetry chapbook “The Seed is Waiting in the Dark” forthcoming in 2024 through Finishing Line Press. Her art crosses the boundaries of genre to both experience and express transformational repair. Performance, ritual, painting, film, and poetry merge in durational, place-based works and gallery installations that insist upon the re-enchantment of the world.
Bari Degi, Two Poems by Meesha Goldberg Read More »
So I searched monasteries hanging in the mist, and when there was no turning back, I woke up irremediably without you, one morning.
Textos de Juan Enrique Piedrabuena Read More »
Edge emerged from the ancient ocean under the cloudy darkness of the word
Por Consejo de los Cantos Cámbricos Enrique de Santiago Read More »
Your satiety in my mouth, lips match other voices, You look for me in the fog,the imagination searches for me in the mist
Infernos Claudia Vila Molina Read More »
Many Hoodoo practices continue to be shrouded in secrecy. So, it may be impossible to determine just how far back this tradition among African Americans extends.
Auntie Etha’s Cow-Lip Tea by P.D. Newman Read More »
Narcissistic personality disorder is a condition in which people have an unreasonably high sense of their own importance. They need and seek too much attention and want people to admire them. People with this disorder may lack the ability to understand or care about the feelings of others
The Hidden Evolution of Racial Epithets Richard Gessner Read More »
I do not hide in the colors, from the unbearable reality. I want to think that I shape it, that it can be inhabited in other realities
Sol, el Cuarto Cielo Felipe Balzo Read More »
the other September 11th
the other September 11 Claudia Vila Molina Read More »
The Extraviados is the third work of the poet Claudia Vila Molina. Professor of language at PUCV, poet and literary critic.
Un Extraño Nace del Aire Claudia Vila Molina Read More »
THIS POEM ITS FROM AN UNPUBLISHED BOOK CALL “WHEN THE LAND ENDS” “CUANDO LA TIERRA SE ACABA. POEMA INEDITO by C Rodriguez Lanfranco
Transhumancia by C Rodriguez Lanfranco Read More »
With this work I pay a debt to my history as a painter. Body painting being a theme that has crossed all of my work
My Little Selk’nam Army by C Rodriguez Lanfranco Read More »
THROWING UP THE ROAD, OPENING UP TO LANDSCAPES AS DIFFERENT AS VALLEYS, HILLS, DUNES, FACES, HANDS, SEAFOOD OR SANDY CLIFFS; AND LET YOURSELF BE CARRIED BY THE FINDINGS, AS VALUABLE SIGNS. FOLLOW YOUR INSTINCT, ERASE ALL TRACES AND GET LOST IN THE HOT SUMMER STEAM.
Code of Shadows by C.Rodriguez Lanfranco Read More »
Having this home altar can be another way to remind myself of things I love or intentions I have for the future. If any of these rules are throwing me off, just trust my gut. You know what is best for you and your intentions. As long as you are in touch with your true desires, you’ll be fine to design your home altar anyway you like.
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Contemplo la carne cruda, de mi invalido rostro, ligamentos de agua
se transforman en, quebradas ramas
que vibran desde la medula, del corazón atormentado
Carlos Alberto Lizama Peña Un AutoRetrato II Read More »
Being comfortable with calling myself an artist happened very recently. I have been drawing and painting since I was old enough to hold a crayon, but never considered myself an artist. It may have been imposter syndrome, but only in the past couple years have I fully embraced the title of artist, that I am
The Witches Assistant Art by Chrystal Dawn Read More »
A Second Look at Leary’s Eight-Circuit Model: Gurdjieff’s Law of Octaves and the TarotP.D. NewmanAlong with Ram Dass, Huston Smith, and Andrew Weil, Timothy Leary was part of what has been called “the Harvard Psychedelic Club.” Fired from his position at Harvard University for failing to attend scheduled class lectures, Leary is perhaps best known as being one of the most
Octaves and the Tarot by P.D. Newman Read More »
My visionary artworks are based on the two plants needed to prepare the ayahuasca brew. A snake emerges from the ayahuasca vine, surrounded by fuchsia flowers. There is also another snake, the chacruna snake, green in color with its luminous leaves. Radiation comes out of his mouth. The chacruna snake penetrates the ayahuasca snake, producing
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African art has been a part of my childhood. My mother, Nadya Levi, was a sculptor who collected African art, and my father, Herman Norden, was an antique dealer who had a room in his house filled with African art, books, and stuffed birds. As a child, I went to London many times with my
World of Primitive Art with David Norden Read More »
The customs of the Congo are quite different from those of Nigeria there is no direct relation between the Yoruba and Yombe. Ngobudi is the name of the diviner’s Mask . Once he wears the mask the powers of the diviner are active. A nganga is a soothsayer or traditional healer. The diviner can explain
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Listen to the mysterious, revealing and fierce voices within you. And if you are caught up by fear of doing so, remember that it is wrong for the senses to belong to the everyday, lived world. For me any discovery that changes the nature or direction or a phenomenon constitutes of something or is a
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The cruelty of life is only equaled by art… I used to search a lot in the paths of art for what could express what was going on inside me and my view of the world, but I was always faced with unfree spaces, spaces depicted by religion or what is connected with it.. My
Phantom of Revolution by Ghadah Kamal Ahmed Read More »
“Ifá tells us that when he is enraged, Obaluaiye [Babalú Ayé] takes [his] special broom and spreads sesame seeds (yamoti) on the earth before him, then sweeps the seeds before him, in ever-widening circles. As the broom begins to touch the dust and the dust begins to rise, the seeds, like miniature pockmarks, ride the
Orishas by P.D. Newman Read More »
People often imbue their surroundings, including tools, with a “life essence” that makes them active objects. A growing number of archaeologists are beginning to study how such “living” beings impact human behavior. These archaeologists use the term “object agency,” but employ many different ontological approaches. We explore this variation, and present a framework comparing different
ANIMISM IN THE AMERICAN SOUTHWEST by Christine S. VanPool and Elizabeth Newsome Read More »
I am a multidisciplinary visual artist interested in painting, alternative sculpting, photography, digital art, collage and mixed media arts. I held my first solo painting exhibition at the age of 14 at Al Gezira Arts Center and have since participated in multiple art workshops and collaborations. I recently graduated from MSA University faculty of Arts
Play as a Form of Resistance by Fairouz Eltaweela Read More »
The Human world intersects with those of animals, plants and the spirit world which is gestured towards. There are also beings halfway between these worlds—transitional beings with the ability to move through these different worlds with ease. Multiple time periods intersect & the world of myth and the past blends with the present-day time of
La Rou de la fortune Erik Volet Read More »
I took Maryellen, a lady of leisure, to every expensive restaurant and high end bar, indulged her with gourmet food, fine wine and droll conversation. I spent a lot of $ on her, as a gentleman always pays for a lady. It was my intention to wear down her defenses and inhibitions, to spend a day and night with her, warming her up to strip naked in a luxurious hotel room with a heart shaped Jacuzzi.
Reptile Fling by Richard Gessner Read More »
Dos retratos en dos marcos diferentes, dos fechas de nacimiento, dos nacionalidades, dos identidades. Ella no abraza a los árboles, los besa apasionadamente, la sangre que brota de su boca rota es savia dulce.
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The eye is the window to the brain and there sits the optic chiasm. A cross current chessboard of visual information. In ancient China, King Wen changed three lines into six lines to form 64 hexagrams in his book called The Book of Changes. Ironically there are 64 arrangements in DNA and 64 squares on the chessboard.
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After school, at 4 o’clock, groups of us passed a marijuana cigarette between us, and the rock star’s younger brother, in a haze of smoke, summoned the visage of his famous brother, his fame eclipsing the heads on Mount Rushmore the shining sphinx, the grandiose heads of state in eternity, a mummy of the first hominid preserved at the earth’s core.
School Chump Memories by Richard Gessner Read More »
Onírico Sueño campanarios en éxtasis, sueño tu frente que avanza por lejanas provincias cortando rosales. Sueño tu caballo rindiéndole pleitesía al viento y a ti tomando las riendas con la fuerza del coraje que se instala en tu garganta. Sueño tu espalda reposada de violines para que escuche tus voces con el color de tu
Sueños, Alejandra María González Read More »
As I was the grandson of a statutory rapist, son of a bastard, the dishonor Panayiotis cast on my mother was too much to bear.
Greek in the wind By Richard Gessner Read More »
Travesía Seas túel extraviado que regresahacia la nieblade nuestros cuerpos. Catástrofe El amorserá poseídopor los únicos sobrevivientesde esta masacre. Vaticinio Tu cuerpo disuelve las cosaspara anunciar un gemidoo recóndito extremo de la nocheque ya no esconde nadani siquiera una nueva formade estremecimiento. Extrañamiento Me miras como si fuese tu feticheme tocas cuando estamos solosno soy
Amores y Desamores, Claudia Vila Molina Read More »
When i paint i become blind and turn my painting brushes into walking stick ,then fumble until i reach where i want to be
Ibou Ndoye My Paint Brush is a Walking Stick Read More »
When I was a little kid my first years were spent with my mom and dad until they parted ways when I was in kindergarten. Before that, I remember my mom walked a lot because we didn’t have a car. My last memory of my dad’s work was he was a taxi-cab driver in Billings,
Art and Beadwork by Salisha Anne Old Bull Read More »
I believe that I died when I was a child. Or perhaps a part of me died and something different was brought back. After that, things were not the same for me. I had several more brushes with death and suffering moving forward. These experiences shaped who I would become. They taught me about the
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Decluttering My Mental Space Collected Poems with Commentary Brian J. McVeigh My first encounter with haiku was not out of a love for poetry; rather it came from an educational motive. Many years ago, I was tasked with teaching Japanese students English. This was a bit of a challenge as the students had been taught
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Lauren Scharhag (she/her) is an award-winning author of fiction and poetry, and a senior editor at Gleam. Her latest poetry collection, Midnight Glossolalia with Scott Ferry and Lillian Necakov, is now available from Meat for Tea Press. She lives in Kansas City, MO
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While known internationally for his original comic books, Tadeusz also paints Non-Obvious Painting that emphasizes free and spontaneous appearing expressions. Tadeusz’s paintings are deliberately built by a technique that uses wood, fabric, polystyrene, acrylics, and oils. One painting sometimes takes many months.
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Mi enfoque se enfatiza en la búsqueda de las respuestas transcendentales las problemáticas ecológicas y sociales de la humanidad que enfrentamos actualmente.
Tierra Profunda Rene Ortega Read More »
Gessner’s work lurks, to induce the peripheral mind while feeding the predatory eye. Here we see the ultimate conflict and fantasy of the Freudian id haunting the masculine mind.
Voyeur Rising by Richard Gessner Read More »
La création est en soi un acte de transformation.
Mon Univers et ses Étrangetés Muriel Albert Read More »
Eric Capron is a self-taught artist. He discovers the arts of the circus and the world of the puppet. Eric Capron. Artiste autodidacte au parcours singulier. Dès son plus jeune âge, la dyslexie le marginalise. Enfant solitaire, il quitte très tôt les bancs de l’école et l’univers familial. Commence une vie de saltimbanque, découvre les
Eric Capron’s Circus of Dreams Read More »
memory snarled rhythms stored in stone, circling and twirling a
gathering of data raptorial fingers toolbox, of the soul aerial lift and poise
Suite for Monk, a Triadic Played by Heller Levinson Read More »
With every sun 666 mistakes arise in the belly of the lunar word.
The Paleozoic Clock by Enrique de Santiago Read More »
Each step collects behind you, the daffodils, that inevitably lose your mark, the one that wanders in the deep sands, that in the empire of shadows shelters you.
Recipes for Horizons by Enrique De Santiago Read More »
What does it mean to have secrets as the topography of one’s body? It is true, not all secrets are created equal. Some add a sway to the hips while others…well…they are a poison that eat us from the inside out. I’m Tellin’ All unsaids, All secrets are not created equal. Some secrets kin with
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Heller Levinson lives in New York where he studies animal behavior. He has published in over a hundred journals and magazines. His publication, Smelling Mary (Howling Dog Press, 2008), was nominated for both the Pulitzer Prize and the Griffin Prize.
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In his seminal work Madness in Civilisation the American sociologist Andrew Scull examines the way madness has been both an ineradicable aspect of any ordered human society, a haunting image of fear and terror, as well as a fascinating realm that inspires and attracts artists and thinkers. With the Greeks the Hippocratian tradition began, in which physicians
The Madness of Philosophers by Wouter Kusters Read More »
you seek to break beyond the fundamental shell, the one that you came to know in a primitive way in the sweet stays of belief.
Secret of the Air, Enrique De Santiago Read More »
Am I really here, watching the miracle of my fertile land or is it my mind that imitates to the dying man who escapes from the barren land
and look for the seed to save the world?
Victoria Morrison, Seed Wisdom Read More »
macsiMe is a French artist who is inspired by impact. macsiMe prefers no elaboration. only the act of friction and reaction speaks for itself All in Nothing-Nothing in EverythingI drawI eraseI glueI scratchI tearI stop, look, lookAnd I start againLots of “I” sbut that is what Art isArt is just answer macsiMe lives in Le
The land has spirit and we are the land…The rock pulses with energy and movement that we cannot detect…the rock sometimes shows himself and becomes recognizable like a face. The land is what we are, the land keeps us alive, the trees speak to each other about the land and share its nutrients, they live
We Are The Land by Duncan N Pheasant Read More »
The future, without miracles, is expected to be very bleak, and in terms of turmoil, world destruction, starvation, death and madness it looks too extreme and shocking to be manageable by therapies that focus on individual adaptation.
Madness in a Mad World By Wouter Kusters Read More »
I am from the generation of the end of the Second World War and the occupation. I have often wondered if it had any effect on my life. I read a statement by a British anthropologist who claimed that there is such a thing in us as genetic memory. All emotions and experiences of generations
Hidden Motion, Paintings By Tadeusz Baranowski Read More »
Artistic studies in theurgic space, alchemical plants, time doors, cosmogramic beings, and artificial phantoms of intelligence. 4inx6in, collage on Canon film paper by Mitchell Pluto from December 1 to December 10
The movement in my work is a consequence of a sincere trace of the unconscious. Movement represents life. In moments without inspiration, I try to maintain the discipline of continuing to paint, draw, because thanks to experimentation, inspiration returns. There is never a plan, everything is part of the unknown (spots, lines, frottage etc.). Taking
There is Never a Plan Jorge J. Herrera Fuentealba Read More »
there is nothing on Facebook Reels about how well the soil is doing, there is always a cyber mob confusing the economy with the stock market. we Americans have our expectations
Critical commentary on the book “Shuffle poetry” (2020) by Alfonso PeñaBy Claudia Villa Reading Alfonso Peña’s “Shuffle poetry” generates many questions, which challenge us as active readers, especially those of us who move through the surrealist texts of all time. Posed in this way, it is a new challenge that is presented to the reader
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An Anachronism’s Version of a Holiday Despite the different routes I chose to go exploring alone, I am grateful to the invites that were extended yesterday by individuals who, like me, make their own meaning out of the marked holidays. I know of so many others like us who are increasingly becoming more comfortable with
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MUERTE CIRCULAR wet and quiet landwait in the windthe worm coilsand swallows the shape of the lips close the shadowand the marrowand the bonethey are disturbed in deep rootsthey take silence from the airthrough places without namesforgotten covered with earthwhite skeletonnakedskinlungsveinsvisceraencephalitic massheartkidneyswhite and purple meatrests in an old and busted drawer the arteries returnwith the
The Passing Sphere Carlos Alberto Lizama Peña Read More »
we are Martians. Aries. Martians from Mars. Let me explain, Mars was like Earth and now since we forgot our origin, we innately burn through every place we live. our soil is sand and glass..we made the moon a clock. Iron shares a special relationship with our blood, a period of sixty seconds. the hour
The ugliest thing I’ve seen is a video of a dog being cooked alive and a picture of a cat being skinned alive. Both were on Facebook. I’ll never forgive whoever posted them. Dogs are my friends. The scarcest thing that has ever happened to me was my grandfather chasing us around a dark house wearing
Ego Death During the Lunar Eclipse with Chet Zar Read More »
I knew I was an artist when I realized that art was therapy for me. When I’m not painting I’m sad and angry. It has become a daily need to survive like… eat. Creation is for me a “vital outlet”, that is to say that I have to vomit the darkness that there is at
Psychic Theater of Jaky La Brune Read More »
Born in Russia, of Russian and Armenian descent, with both parents artists-designers who were often working on their projects from home, I was surrounded by art books, architectural models, paintings, and design projects. I was feeling very much a creatively equal part in this artistic household, learning practical skills from an early age and getting
Incisions by Marianna Magurudumian-O’Reilly Read More »
Pascal Manitoba is a self-taught psychedelic and visionary artist, began his career at 48 years old , he took a 180-degree turn, and left his job as a chemist to devote himself to his revelation, painting. This total questioning allowed him to express his great freedom as an artist.
Pascal Manitoba Emergence of the Sunflower Read More »
Incubation is perhaps most easily understood in contrast to the art of Theurgy or ‘Work of the Gods.’ Theurgy is a process of anabasis or magical ascent whereby practitioners, such as the early Neoplatonists, especially Iamblichus and Proclus, achieved henosis or mystical union with a deity or the demiurge
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I will open my eyes once more, When the stars dwell in our bodies, And a drop slipped through the skin, Suspend all reefs high.
Angel of the Paths Claudia Vila Molina Read More »
I don’t consider myself an artist, I think that each of us is, but some have forgotten that, children are artists in their own right because they have retained this spontaneity that we later lack.
Riding the Beast with Delphine Cadoré Read More »
Inner space, mathematical entities, organic architecture and time doors from the liminal mind of artist René Ortega
René Ortega Space Map Read More »
I will lose myself as those sleepless, nights are lost. As the swallows fly uncertainly in their freedom. Thus, like the breath drowned in a puddle of muddy tears between slopes whipped by a harsh winter. I’ll get lost on those dead end streets in the midst of a time without stay. Suffering soul
Be a Poem by Lorena Rioseco-Palacios Read More »
From afar he looked like a man
It was a shadow in the form of a man
From afar he looked like a poet, It was a form of man, with the voice of a poet, In the light he looked like an angel
In the dark
Repugnant
smelly
I liked
Come! Come my love!
Poems from Crazy Pupils by Victoria Morrison Read More »
Your body dissolves things
to announce a moan or remote end of the night, that no longer hides anything, not even a new way
of shivering
Poetics of Erotica, Loves and Heartbreaks by Claudia Vila Molina Read More »
Under the jasmine, there are beautiful sentences.
I search with hands of mist, something in my bones.
And to my aid comes, the young woman who knows
read backwards.
Inheritance of the Sleepless Rodrigo Verdugo Read More »
They all ran away from him. and it was not strange. never in Jerusalem. they saw a dead man walking
Five Poem Wounds Emilio Barraza Durán Read More »
The sound of the night falls towards the earth. The pastures surround us with their white moans. Again we walk the bare earth. And we keep the secret. A word wrapped in unreality. My lost sunflowers are from autumn. When they wither in the shadow of the cliffs.
Poems by Claudia Vila Molina We Return to the Earth Read More »
Daniela Sol (Talca, 1983) is a poet, mother and academic. Professor of Philosophy and Bachelor of Education, she completed her Master’s in Latin American Studies at the National Autonomous University of Mexico. She has a PhD in Hispano-American Literature from the University of Alicante, Spain.
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Here’s the situation: the world is ending and people are singing their heads off. All the songs are raw. And all the melodies are unglued. How does grass become milk it’s a miracle. Mainstream is the prevailing mown lawn here except now the sidewalks are cracked and people want to sell their homes to get away from the homeless.
John Olson Five Poems Read More »
My creative process begins every morning out of psychological necessity. Drawing, painting, creating divinatory objects and poems.
Diana Calabaza de Júpiter Read More »
I always knew that art would be part of my life. In one form or another. I was born in 1986 in Normandy, during my childhood I suffered from school phobia, then from anxiety disorder in adolescence. Imagination, poetry, drawing have always been a kind of protection against the chaos that reigns outside. My father
Stitching Up Scars Alicia Lasne Read More »
Gary Cummiskey is a poet and publisher living in Johannesburg, South Africa. He is the founder of Dye Hard Press, which he started in 1994.
Five Poems and Collages Gary Cummiskey Read More »
Uche Nduka was born and raised in Nigeria. Poet, percussionist, essayist, and lecturer.
Six Poems Uche Nduka Read More »
Text by Allan Graubard, Images by Rik Lina, Gregg Simpson and John Welson
The Cornucopia Trio Read More »
“The time will come to assert the ideas of women at the expense of those of men, whose failure is consummated so resoundingly today. It is up to the artist in particular, if only in protest against this scandalous state of affairs, to make everything that arises from the feminine system of the world as
Utopia is Feminine and the Morning Star Enrique De Santiago Read More »
Hunting for the sound
In the relation between circles
Grooves and ridges
On the surface of a disk.
Hoda Hussein Crossing The Water Tunnel Read More »
Well, that’s where I shelter, and where I rescue the omens, there I drink from the Paleozoic salts, which today move the migratory herds,
those who come to the eyes without ears, of those attending Sunday services. By nature, I approve!!
I Drink from the Paleozoic Salts Enrique de Santiago Read More »
I discovered Photomorphosis way back in 1972 while attempting to copy an illustrated article in the Times magazine article on Yves Tanguy on an office copy machine. At night, in the dark. A clandestine maneuver. Photomorphosis is the enchanting process by which an organism changes or experiences metamorphosis under the influence of light… It is
Hallucination of the Arrival J Karl Bogartte Read More »
Mycelial Visions is a work that I have been maturing for months and that deals with the wonders and mysteries that the Fungi Kingdom contains, a name that is used to designate a group of eukaryotic organisms where fungi or mushrooms, molds and yeasts are found. This kingdom is one of the 5 great ones
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When I chose to fill my life with artistic creation… I was only an adolescent. I remember the moment. well, I was 14 years old and felt suddenly consumed by a desire, a need to draw… Since when I havebeen using all the artistic mediums within my reach: drawing, painting, embroidery, collage. A part of
Silence of Forgotten Faces and Feelings by Anne Bernasconi Read More »
The Left Handed Artist Richard Gessner’s short story, paintings and drawings A man’s sense of smell is reversed so fragrances smell like stenches and vice versa. His nose has dyslexia. To skip through a field of lilacs in early spring is equivalent to being tethered to a corpse during the high heat of summer. The
Olfactory Inversion by Richard Gessner Read More »
I had the desire to paint and draw very early on but I didn’t practice much because I didn’t have any confidence in myself.I was not attracted by academic drawing, I was self-taught and I did not know how to draw.It took me a long time to find my way, I had to hold on,
Dialogue with the Invisible Muriel Gabilan Read More »
The self is the unconscious and conscious that allows you to enter these imaginary worlds of creation, that is why it is important Bueno el yo es el inconsciente y consiente que te permite entrar a estos mundos imaginarios de creación por eso es importante I knew when I entered the experimental artist school and
Formulas in Liminal Space by René Fernando Ortega Villarroel Read More »
I’ve been making art my entire life, I actually remember my 1st studio was a closet in my bedroom, I probably was about 6 or 7 years old There are many different kinds of artists in my family from lacrosse stick makers, stone carvers, beadwork artist, leather workers and of course painters I paint my
Six Nations, Niagara Falls Artist Jay Carrier Read More »
My name is Shahd El-Khouly and I am a Egyptian visual artist. I study psychology and art. Psychology is my passion. I spend most of my time with art, artists and studying psychology because it is a science that deserves every minute we spend reading and searching for it. I also participated in many exhibitions.
Egyptian Art Shahd El khouli الفن المصرى شهد الخولى Read More »
How do you put yourself into a trance or into a place that’s receptive to the subconsciousness? I find the act of drawing in itself to be trance inducing. I first became obsessed with automatic drawing in high school because it felt like it would light up my brain and smooth out all of my
Omnivoyant Eye Theo Ellsworth Read More »
Gerald Stone’s roots flow from 1/2 Seminole and 1/8 Cherokee tribes: These worlds are, out of time, landscapes within landscapes, tribes, spirits, watchers, seekers, giants, red-haired women, murdered and missing, space stretched and bent, stories vibrating across time. From a show at the Crocker Museum in Sacramento a write-up describes Gerald Stone as a “beloved
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In this illusory questto survival, I abstainto say your name.In this twilight worldwhere everything freezes;inevitably.I watch this glowon the horizonof our extinction The human being dreaming of the world of tomorrowPoison the last rivers;Who was already feeding him more.In a deafening silence;Consumes;What it is no longer:human And as in every moment, the eternity of a
Born Under a Radioactive Transit: Art and Poems by Alicia Lasne Read More »
Limulus, is my favorite arthropod, it’s the oldest species on the planet. I’m thinking about sex 24/7. Raging hormonal beach Paradises stretch on infinitely into horny horizons. The sight of beautiful fertility Goddesses is always more pleasant to behold than old men covered with craters of acne scars, or Syphlytic doomsday warthogs with copper sulfate
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P.D. Newman is an independent researcher located in the southern US, specializing in the history of the use of entheogenic substances in religious rituals and initiatory rites
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THE GNOSIS OF THE MIRAGE “Relativity makes distance meaningless, but the situation is even worse when quantum mechanics intervenes, since it questions the idea of place.”Paul Davis. Of the clouds contained for centuriesof the air that winds the violet knot of meaningAnd of every dark shape that embraces the sound of the worldthe lit line
The Gnosis of the Mirage and other Poems Enrique de Santiago Read More »
Two distant skies cover hopes united by noble commitment. The attractive conviction settles in the memory and encourages the shared future. To be one in this chaotic transit and capture the inevitable reunion, there is the powerful meaning In the unknown, we metIn hope, we agreeIn conviction, we unite and dreamIn determination, we projectWe have
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The certainty about our origin is in the bones. 21st-century Surrealism seeks universality while understanding the mind. We aspire to explore inner space together. From caves, dream temples, and pyramids of antiquity to the temporal lobes in our brain, our movement is a collage that devotes serious effort to be sympathetically aware of connections between
Echoes of Contemporary Surrealism in the Institut Français d’Egypte à Alexandrie Read More »
How would you describe your painting process and your associative relationship between concepts, events, or mental states of the subconscious? Is there a link between self-hypnosis and inspiration? Artists, writers, and poets such as Garcia Lorca, Roberto Matta, Henri Michaux, and even Anais Nin have inspired me to paint. Language, for me, comes first, but the
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Poem read and written by Ceci NahuelpanguiTiltil, June 2022 read at Rene Fernando Ortega Villarroel Mental Labyrinths Opening with dancer Giannina Canessa/Poema leído y escrito por Ceci Nahuelpan, Junio 2022 leído en René Fernando Ortega Villarroel Apertura de Laberintos Mentales con la bailarina Giannina Canessa Everything tells us that we are in seed times… The
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At 6 years of age, I began to transfer my inspiration and imagination to paper using tempera paint, with the guidance and teaching of my grandfather Pablo Amaringo, over the years I learned to use the technique of acrylic painting on canvas. Today I paint in acrylic and oil, the visions of ayahuasca and neo
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non-fungible token
sunthemata
with numbers
I am a verb on a switchboard, placement wrong side of town or
a substandard decimal point
Every time I ordered my papers I found these poems that correspond to my years of militancy in the communist youth under the period of the dictatorship, which in my personal case took place between 1979 and 1989 Already a couple of years ago, around 1977, my concern for writing verses had been awakened, and
Poemas Clandestinos 1978-1989 Enrique de Santiago Read More »
Where does the inspiration come from to paint vivacious ‘swollen icons’ or Zaftig female figures? My inspiration to create these characters comes from beautiful Trauma. I had a sexualized childhood and have very vivid recollections of intense moments that shaped my life and artistic aesthetic. My voluptuous women are inspired by the Latin women I
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My art is a way for me to navigate difficult subjects and emotions, and as I work on each piece, I am able to meditate on, process and organize my emotions about the subject matter I am addressing. I started really getting into art after finishing a five-year enlistment in the US Navy. I spent
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HER And from beyond the intellect comes beautiful love trailing her skirts, with a glass of wine in her hand.RumiFrom above with his selenite lovedescends the brief nomenclature of desirein her diamond lustkissing in purple intervals the waves that announce your stepswith your coming laughto testify about the rainand in the nyctalope depthsin its germinal
Patriarchal Decadence and Her by Enrique de Santiago Read More »
An automatic drawing is the starting point for an image. A powerful sense of promised adventure arises and the process of freely transferring the drawing onto the canvas will trigger an opening of doorways to another world. Nothing can be forced and it’s similar to a two-way conversation with the developing image before me. I
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The faceless figures in Rene Fernando Ortega Villarroel’s work open a doorway to our silhouette. Las figuras sin rostro en la obra de René Fernando Ortega Villarroel abren una puerta a nuestra silueta. A labyrinth that challenges realities between an all-knowing self and a unicursal passage of selves. Un laberinto que desafía realidades entre un
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05/14/21cosmic fires burnbehind the rich, black fabric of the nightwhich parts to let the magic passas particles of filtered lightthe door lies open, the gate lies closedlife travels, small and swiftthrough tiny tearsa missing stitchand life. the flow itselfthe tear itselfthe seama sight of seeming deaththat folds, unfolds itselfin weeds of griefand swaddles itselfand for
Taking the Auspices, Magic and Poems Hazel Cline Read More »
Oscar Barra was Born in Santiago in 1964, he studied Art at the University of Concepción, co-founder of Grisalla, an outstanding group of artists from the 90s and early 2000s. Mainly dedicated to painting, he has extended his creation to engraving, sculpture and the drawing. He currently resides between Concón and also maintains a workshop
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Edited by Miguel Ángel Huerta Zuñiga My work can be framed within the current of surrealism; it is figurative, fantastic and is characterized by a detailed drawing and the absence of perspective, flat volumetry. There are an imaginary of beings and biomechanical artifacts that originate in dreams I had repeatedly as a child that generate
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Written by Miguel Ángel Huerta Zuñiga Alejandra López Riffo is an artist whose work fuses the visual arts and poetry in a perfect way. Alejandra builds an imaginary bridge that results in the beautiful hybrid of visual poetry. An echo very few artists achieve. Possessing a technique exquisite and clean. We are introduced into imaginary
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In 2009 I started a correspondence with Chilean painter and Surrealist Miguel Ángel Huerta Zuñiga. When I first saw his work I was surprised he was expressing a deep exploration into the animistic mind like I was. Later that year in November, Miguel invited me to join El Umbral Secreto the first Surrealist Exhibition in
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Psychic automatism by Andrew Mendez 2022 If the notion of compassion is missing, this leads to darkness.. forgiveness is the letting go. It opens the space for the surreal. It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is else where. What’s the need of a new manifesto if we have yet
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I find inspiration and magic in François Cauvin’s works. Many of his paintings can make the viewer more open to the mysteries of nature. This begins as a desire to remember our self while dreaming. As a native of Haiti you grew up in a family of artists, musicians and poets. Who were they and
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Art and Poems Written by Enrique de Santiago The scientific world wonders where the boundary between matter and antimatter begins. That is, where does the surreal begin? For this we must know the secrets expressed in the Emerald Tablet, where the borders of the vibratory spaces are not represented, since they do not exist, since
Path of Light, Shadow of a Circle. Visions and Poems by Enrique de Santiago Read More »
What were the influences that made you interested in surrealism? I began with the adventure of painting, a distant day at the beginning of the 80’s. At that time I did not know what Surrealism was, but my painting already contained the emotions coming from the automatism that supplied me with the imaginary of the
Micro Portals Enrique de Santiago Read More »
“The Pure Products of America Go Crazy…” 1. What drives a man bombing in Nashville OD’ed on your toilet That RV so cheap pathetic really— When you get lonely you can always go downtown downtown Does anyone need to know more about America Than the name Anthony Quinn Warner Or that our history is unknowable
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My Father at 92 There is so much you don’t know aboutAfter being dead for fifteen years. This virus is terrible—it has deranged the world.We won’t know for a while how that will work out. The civil rights thing is interesting now—Overt racism is as bad as it has ever been, But some of it
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Reading Richard Gessner’s book The Conduit and Other Visionary Tales of Morphing Whimsy was like drawing a tarot card out of a magical deck. Reading it triggered a rare recollection of sensations into a neural pattern of synesthesia. These infrequent and unusual bits of writing guides the reader into a dream time, a metamorphosis that
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artificial neural network neurons are aggregated image input visual cortex layers and magic squares number and color spaces
convolutional echolocation Read More »
my non representational paintings are automatic impressions from my subconscious. a sort of interior psychic meteorology. I work on them everyday. there are no things, no pronouns, no gender, no politics, no beliefs, no morals. no 17th 18th, 19th or 20th century archetypes, no mystical ideas, no ideas about beauty or ugliness, no appropriation, no
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Every culture has experienced cannibalism, headhunting and parasites. This intrusive painting is about those things but thankfully it’s all metaphorical. In this painting I use figures of speech to convey malignant narcissism and greedy tendencies as a psychic virus. While no specific group or person is targeted it is important to be aware of the
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the cup reflected by the Pisces moon was the rim where I sip the moon’s abundant helium, I followed my paws
scyphomancy with a touch of therianthropy Read More »
my cursive thought wrapped around some thing joined together possession loss
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