Antony Micallef likens himself to a mad scientist. The British artist wants to create a world where - without our knowledge - synthetic and giftedly un-pure beings slowly infiltrate our everyday consumerist onslaught. Something like a virus that infects our central nervous system and attaches itself to our optic nerves providing pornographic, seductive images across our viewing plateau. Highly pop influenced with a great deal of Basquiat in his blended, most likely alcoholic beverages Micallef provides an erotic explosion of color to play with our senses and massage our imaginations to climax.
From Hi Fructose Magazine
That was beautiful.
She is holding my hand.
No, it wasn’t.
If she let go, I would fall apart.
It was. It was beautiful because it was honest and it was beautiful because it hurt and it was beautiful because you didn’t have to tell it to me.
Fall apart.
It makes me feel like shit
[James Frey, A Million Little Pieces]
Tuesday Dec 12 @ 09:40pm
and sometimes, it’s the fragments of nature that sneak their way in and swallow the grit, that make it beautiful
by Samantha B. Tumolo
fourth photo in a set of six
Tuesday Dec 12 @ 01:53amWe don’t need to wait for the snow; let’s get drunk and make angels in the concrete. Crushed up beer cans and I noticed the slightest yellow trickle journeying down my thumb. The angels leave the backs of our knees raw, and I like the slap of atmosphere against my exposed bits. The backs of knees. What exactly are those called, Sweatheart? I can see your face in the cotton of my sweatshirt.
But it is too cold for sweatshirts. I wish I had a winter coat.
Wednesday Nov 11 @ 12:57am
they say
screw me like
a nail and a hammer
a cork in a bottle of wine
felines and canines
cliche’
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a drizzle and a sweatshirt
some sand in a bikini bottom
livers and lungs
fuck.
screw me
Friday Nov 11 @ 12:55am
