I created “Anicula” as a negative-space portrait using a texture-patchwork technique I’ve used in several new pieces lately. The resulting work tends to possess a certain tangible quality; there is some feeling, as seeing a texture on a surface you cannot touch, but understanding that it would feel a certain way if you could. It’s also very possible that this is entirely subjective, and that I am full of shit.
“There are children in the rooms next to yours,” he says. His face is sweaty, too. Did he pass out with me? He seems irritated. Maybe he’s just embarrassed. “It was the last available room in this wing. So you cannot scream, okay Robert?”
“and the moth is totally winning” by Thomas Roan. Warning: content may be disturbing to everyone.
A blabbermouth sits in a hospital room talking to an elderly woman in a total body cast before dissolving into a gummy world hallucination in this twisted bizarro short from the author of DRIP.