Compound Bunker - Breach (Interior Exposed To Blizzard Conditions)
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Compound Bunker - Breach (Interior Exposed To Blizzard Conditions)
Himukalt - Seven Memories
resolution
Kompot
Blasphemy (1991)
Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
…For if atoms did not tend to lean, they would
Plummet like raindrops through the depths of space…
Reality itself founders in hyperrealism, the meticulous reduplication of the real, preferably through another, reproductive medium, such as photography. From medium to medium, the real is volatilized, becoming an allegory of death. But it is also, in a sense, reinforced through its own destruction. It becomes reality for its own sake, the fetishism of the lost object: no longer the object of representation, but the ecstasy of denial and of its own ritual extermination: the hyperreal.
Jean Baudrillard, Symbolic Exchange and Death
Trajan’s Column. A roman warrior is fighting while is carrying a head of an enemy in the mouth like a trophy
“The ghosts” : French “corps franc” during WWI.
William Burroughs. Human Shotgun, 1994.
mixed media on wood
“I watched my god fuck your god to death.”
— Ethel Cain