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@maestainfernale
i have something to say
They cant come uninvited and i dont want them here so theyy just.... hang out in the garden, i guess
“Subverting” Catholic art? Oh, okay. I see, you think this has nothing to do with you. You log onto the internet and you post about how “Wound of Christ” from Psalter and Prayer Book of Bonne de Luxembourg, attributed to Jean le Noir, c.1349, for instance, looks like a vulva because you're trying to tell the world that you enjoy Catholic art and imagery in an alternative, queer, risqué way that challenges Christian beliefs. But what you don't know is that that stigma isn’t just a vulva. It's not just a mandorla. It's not just yonic. It's actually intentionally erotic. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that around 1297, Saint Angela of Foligno experienced a vision of Christ himself, who called her to put her mouth to the wound in his side and lick the freshly flowing blood. And then I think it was Saint Catherine of Siena who drank blood and a clear liquid from the wound before receiving a ring made from Christ’s foreskin? And then graphically erotic encounters with the side wound of Christ quickly showed up in the writings of eight different mystics. And then the yonic interpretation of the stigmata filtered down through the illuminated manuscripts and then trickled on down into some pseudo-intellectual corner of the internet…where you, no doubt, fished it out of some Pinterest board. However, that interpretation represents hundreds of years and countless visions of religious ecstasy. And it's sort of comical how you think that you've come up with an idea that exempts you from Christian theology when, in fact…you're posting an image that was sexualized for you by the very Medieval saints you think you’re so different than…from “subverted” Catholic art.
If you could see her through my eyes …
V as the Emcee from Cabaret
Erick “Dub” Weir, “Vespertilio”
charcoal on grey paper, 2025
Ritual memory, with love from Paris 💜
One year ago today was one of the happiest days of my life – a day when a dream came true and my first ever ritual became a reality. A day full of laughter, tears, joy, and happiness that changed me forever.
No-phones rule, something that seemed like a bizarre restriction at first, ended up being the perfect finishing touch that made this experience uniquely special and bonded us all together. That is exactly how this piece was born – from pure memories, a fleeting moment captured when Perpetua, looking at my tear-stained face and smudged makeup, traced that same gesture across his own face, singing the Lachryma chorus. I believe that was precisely the reason I lost my voice that evening :)
just postin’ my videos from Mexico City to tide us all over since I definitely thought we were getting a full concert video this afternoon, WHOOPS 😅
One last time in the ancient rite... ❤️🔥
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trying to learn how to draw Winslow from Phantom of the Paradise
The Fall of the Damned, 1620
Peter Paul Rubens
Death and the Maiden sculpture (detail), Celle family monument, Staglieno Cemetery, Genoa, by Guilio Monteverde.