#surreal art
AT THE BOUNDARY OF THIS AND THE OTHER WORLD by Fuco Ueda is printed in “Ephemeral - Territory of Girls” 2015 exhibition catalog. 28 pages of all female artists. Available for purchase at akatako.
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Inside the perimeter
Invasive genes ⛱
Color, black and white, and the collage I started with!
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Pre-coloring peek at this tangle o limbs
tumblr hates this one as much as I do, apparently - judging from all the inexplicable issues I’ve had uploading this fucker without it turning into a mess.
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she’s a different kind of girl / the kind you see in pictures / I think you might have seen her / Richard’s on Richards
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I imagine by now that you are all painfully aware that I, Spooky Mardi Gras, have been tasked with delivering unto thee the brand-spanking-new, top-of-the-line, OFFICIAL zodiac signs for 2022.
Yesterday and the day before yesterday, we covered January 21st [winter’s bottom rib] through to September 22nd [fun and laughter Thursday] and we were all very impressed with my drawings and excited to hear TRUE FACTS about what was to befall us over the next twelve months.
That is, most of us were.
And so, without further ado - to you and you and you - let’s bloody well get on with the final four advancements in astrological soothsayery!
WHATEVER YOU HAD IN YOUR POCKETS ON OCT 3RD, 2002 [you babies born within that brief stretch of perfect hiking weather] are in for a very interesting year, what with all the traveling and high kicks and bed-hopping. But don’t forget your past! Nostalgia can be a useful tool if wielded correctly. You can learn a lot from your mistakes [apparently].
Next up, A GHOST BEING SICK [All Hallows Eve to Tree Down From Attic]. Pretty obvious what this sign means. In fact, you’d have to be some sort of thundering moron to need me to explain it to you.
THE WORD “WOLF” [oh, god, it’s winter] is “back in fashion” - which is to say that it makes its 30th appearance in the acrid skies above our auras this solar cycle. Those under this sign are either a) trying their very best, b) silly gooses or c) refusing to allow their working-class mates to come over to their fancy middle-class houses [even I don’t know what that means]. You should text that guy/gal you like - they might just reply with a secret code.
And, speaking of secrets, we round off this “witchy year” with a trip and a stumble into the new “actual year” and A SECRET HANDSHAKE. Oooooh! What could that mean? Shady under the table dealings? Clandestine meetings? Old friends returning from overseas? An agreement to never again mention that young lady that Dave “accidentally” murdered and threw down a well?
Probably not.
And that’s it!
You can stop reading this now.
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As you are all no doubt aware from your tea leaf readings and tarot card tantrums and from the strange whispers coming from the bottom of your garden, I have been tasked with announcing this year’s OFFICIAL zodiac signs - which came to me via a missive written in gnat’s blood and affixed to the tail of the sour-looking cat, a black menace which came gently scratching at my chamber door the night before last when Mercury was a mere retro-cut from a Frank Zappa album.
Yesterday, I told you what“fate” had in store for the egg bats, facial features, headless pets and tubes of Bonjela born betwixt the third week of Winter’s Midriff and the third day of Vada Sultenfuss’s mood ring.
Today…
LONG THOMASes [those slippery so-and-sos born from Star Wars Day to the death of Christopher Lee] should be on the lookout for cheaper meats to see them through ‘til the frozen moons of December. The number 8 is lucky but the number 8 is also, conversely, very UNLUCKY - so make of that what you will [a paper swan, if you like].
Next up we have 20 Benson & Hedges [not an OFFICIAL sponsor of this post - that would be a crime], all of whom should LOOK AFTER THEIR HEALTH and QUIT WHILE THEY STILL HAVE A HEAD.
Things are looking brighter for those born in the summertime for realisies though, with Judy Jetson In A Bikini making her first astrological appearance since 1963, gifting all those who fall within the spread of her groovy beach towel of influence a massive sun tan of good luck in both financial endeavors and romantic entanglements. You’ve still gotta get your booster jabs, mind you!
And finally, for today at least, we have Some Sort Of Delicious Biscuit - a sweet goodbye to summer and a sugary start to autumn. Those born within this red time-period [including my brother and my nephew] should be extra nice to their friends and family this year if they want hand-me-downs and magazine subscriptions to flow freely unto them.
And that’s it for part two [deuce moose] of this three part rundown of this year’s OFFICIAL zodiac signs for 2022. Join me tomorrow [if I make it] for the the autumnal dash to winter that is the final four drawings with words and dates written under them!
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Well now, boys and girls and friends from beyond the binary, with the post-cotial winter doze in full effect, and with the recent wolf-moon having just gone “one, two, spew and poo” all over of our collective chakras, it’s that time of the year again when I, a spooky madman, must announce the OFFICIAL zodiac signs for the coming solar rollercoaster, and maybe give you a little advice to keep you from dying in this, the twelve month period of Tizer fizzy pop, 2022.
Okay?
Okay.
First up, we have you EGG BATs - lost souls of late January, early February - hoping to fly away from your debts with a one-time lump-sum cash settlement from beyond the grave. Will you find “gold hidden within” or is life “a sick yolk”? Stay away from water, is my advice. You don’t want to end up like Hewlett’s daughter.
Next, Sarah Michelle Gellar’s Nose, Philtrum AND Lips - for you Valentine babies and those born with March Madness in your veins - you sexy, sexy facial features, you. Embrace your flaws, they’re your greatest asset. And don’t forget to kiss Selma Blair in Central Park if the opportunity presents itself.
HEADLESS PETs - March rolling into April - you are doomed. Say goodbye to your loved ones now.
And finally, for today at least, A TUBE OF BONJELA - Easter’s child with teeth of yellow and bleeding gums that just won’t quit. A famous man once said, “We create our own demons.” Who said that? Doesn’t matter. It was in Iron Man 3, so it must be true. Also, if you can, try not to impregnate anyone or get impregnated yourself this year. The world is full. We don’t need your offspring running around tipping things over and misquoting movies.
I may die. TUNE IN TOMORROW.
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