an empty pavilion

[anemptypavilion]

Water Architect - A vision, a spark (“There’s no new ideas in the world”)

Water Architect is music composed using hundreds of audio and visual samples. A lazy river through time and space. https://kevingriffithsull

Water Architect is music composed using hundreds of audio and visual samples. A lazy river through time and space.

[simonleclerc]

instagram.com/bonjoursimonleclerc

images from a short comic for Metal Hurlant, written by Kevin Sullivan

[arinewman7]

The Cats Assembly

Quint Buchholz

1995

[fuckyeahthomaspynchon]

Thomas Pynchon, Against The Day

[simonleclerc]

instagram.com/bonjoursimonleclerc

[anemptypavilion]

I wrote a little bit about this story on my substack here! https://anemptypavilion.substack.com/p/we-made-a-short-comic-called-you

[anemptypavilion]

why did all these artists skip the 1980s??

[anemptypavilion]

Why did all these great artists skip the 1980s?

[fuckyeahthomaspynchon]

“Don’t forget the real business of war is buying and selling. The murdering and violence are self-policing, and can be entrusted to non-professionals. The mass nature of wartime death is useful in many ways. It serves as spectacle, as diversion from the real movements of the War. It provides raw material to be recorded into History, so that children may be taught History as sequences of violences, battle after battle, and be more prepared for the adult world. The true war is a celebration of markets.”

— Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

[anemptypavilion]

[fuckyeahthomaspynchon]

I dream that I have found us both again,

With spring so many strangers' lives away,

And we, so free,

Out walking by the sea,

With someone else's paper words to say....

They took us at the gates of green return,

Too lost by then to stop, and ask them why-

Do children meet again?

Does any trace remain,

Along the superhighways of July?

-Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

[anemptypavilion]

Into The Dark (1928)

“If I wanted to characterize myself, I would say: constantly, chronically restless. Yes, that is the possibly surprising but strict truth.[…] Not a moment’s rest, you understand. Am always excited, my heart feels different things simultaneously. […] There’s plenty of joy in my heart. I love life so very much.” - Wassily Wassilyevich Kandinsky (1886-1944)

[anemptypavilion]

[anemptypavilion]

and you feel hot in the afternoon sun so you come back inside your dad and step-mom are watching home movies. the one playing on the screen right now is so old that it was filmed before you were even born; you’re only half paying attention as the handheld camcorder pans across a crowded beach. then someone catches your eye; a young girl who looks just like you. for a second you’re confused, did the tape jump a decade or two? you ask your dad to rewind. the tape pauses but the image still vibrates, like the energy of the past is trapped and trying to get out, or maybe trying to stay hidden. the girl does look a lot like you, but not as much as it seemed at first. this tape is from the childhood of your step-mom.you don’t know where she’s from. you’re too young to place her accent. it’d be obvious if you heard her as an adult but you never will because they’ll break up just before your thirteenth birthday. she puts a new tape into the player and the screen fills with images of leisure: people playing tennis by the ocean, by a large empty swimming pool. the tape becomes garbled, there is static, a close up shot of a peacock, more static. your step-mom takes the tape out and puts it in an box. she tells your dad she’s mailing it back home but you find out later she’s sending it to the producers of the Relaxation Egg she ordered. they’ll use the images to calibrate her Egg, and incorporate pieces of it in the space of the Egg. your dad will explain their break up as being caused by the huge financial cost of the Egg and the emotional distance that her time spent in the Egg created, while you will suspect that her time in the Egg created such homesickness in her that she had to leave. you were always afraid to get inside it, even when no-one else was home and you could have easily done so. you imagine climbing in, the warm colored water basin which rises to your stomach, and the pulsing lifetime of soft images projected against the skin of the Egg, and the mixture of fear and hope that you’ll see again the girl who looks just like you. that night at dinner you ask your dad what you should do with the Egg now. to resell it, it’d have to first be shipped backed to the producers to reset the memory coil and imagery. he doesn't answer and the Egg disappears. you'll discover it years later when packing up your stuff to move. you won't believe how small the Egg is.

[simonleclerc]

Looking for a senior cg character animator to work full time on an upcoming indie videogame. Should be available to work in Montreal/Canada.

Contact me at [email protected]

[jamescullen]

https://032c.com/frank-ocean-the-artist-is-absent

[truelovevip-deactivated20190324]

being as i am an idiot, and having been one my whole life, i just wanna say that i find it very easy to do nothing, and go nowhere. i eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i stand in the garden also. and i’m often waiting for something to happen. and i’m stupid.

[simonleclerc]

Idle Days

Excerpts from my graphic novel, published by First Second Books and now in store!

Also here