Saturday, November 19, 2011

sneak peak: new project

artistic renditions of dorsey's brainstormed street artist names

with a little help from eric castorena

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Friday, August 12, 2011

Thursday, August 11, 2011

it was an epic day





Wednesday, May 25, 2011

street melter



eye thief



shit sky




Friday, May 20, 2011

Sunday, May 15, 2011

welcome to the dollhouse



Thursday, May 12, 2011

secret boyfriend




Monday, April 11, 2011

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Kumari, or Kumari Devi, is the tradition of worshipping young pre-pubescent girls as manifestations of the divine female energy or devi in South Asian countries. Kumari literally means virgin in Sanskrit, Nepali and other Indian languages and is a name of the goddess Durga as a child.


Eligible girls are Buddhists from the Newar Shakya caste (the clan to which the Buddha belonged) of silver and goldsmiths. She must be in excellent health, never have shed blood or been afflicted by any diseases, be without blemish and must not have yet lost any teeth. Girls who pass these basic eligibility requirements are examined for the battis lakshanas, or 'thirty-two perfections' of a goddess. Some of these are poetically listed as such:

  • A neck like a conch shell
  • A body like a banyan tree
  • Eyelashes like a cow
  • Thighs like a deer
  • Chest like a lion
  • Voice soft and clear as a duck's

In addition to this, her hair and eyes should be very black, she should have dainty hands and feet, small and well-recessed sexual organs and a set of twenty teeth.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

between black and white






Thursday, March 31, 2011

Славск, 31-й декабря


soviet park

that day we walked along the paths in the sweltering heat of mid-day. the miserable linden trees looked just as thirsty as we were, but the people napping in the shade make the memory feel cool anyway.


and there's nothing that you've said or done that could possibly make me change my mind about


what a good day that was.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

kumari


token of love and remembrance

Sunday, March 27, 2011

šťastie je biely dom






Thursday, March 24, 2011

my concubine


Wednesday, March 23, 2011

if there was a god

i'd beg him to sew my lips together
bind my hands
drown me in the waters of life so i
could take in all of the world's beauty
without spoiling it
breathe the fresh air without polluting it
with my ego turds

since there is no god, i'll
make beauty til my fingers bleed,
til i wither up and die
as another drop in the fucking bucket

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

oh horror of horrors





Monday, March 21, 2011

guts

Her haughty expression isn't at all tempered by the years of rain that washed her face away.
Amidst the others, in their varied states of decay, I'd know her even if she had no face at all.

Who made them, these ancient idols? Clasping their chests as guts and arteries punch out in all directions.

light, the anti-tear


Monday, March 7, 2011

after the storm


broken, crumpled,

like dead little birds

the umbrellas are scattered,

forgotten on lexington ave


7 black

2 red

and one grey