Posts Tagged ‘photography’
“You need a ‘jump to conclusions’ map, so you’ll know exactly where to land.”
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5979153703 ( Alternate View )
Fukushima Nuclear Accident Log:
Some ways to help:
* I am not personally affiliated with any of these people / organizations – I just happen to think what they are trying to accomplish is extremely helpful for the global community. Please support Japan relief efforts in any way that you can! :)
And just when everyone thought it couldn’t get any worse…it does.
::shakes head:: Oy vey~
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5350734711/sizes/o – (larger view)
“From the very moment of inception, the concept of money relentlessly choked us by our leashes…never contrary.”
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5324389130 (larger view)
ps: I’ve been posting some random photography on my flickr page as of recent — check it out, if you’re interested in seeing what happens when a worm gets behind the camera :D
I recently finished up some art designs for my friend Dusty Wright ( Culture Catch Ambassador / Laudable Musician ) who released an Xmas cover single for the 2010 holiday season.
This is not the version he ended up using — however, I felt a strong desire to post it here on my site because I happen to love the direction it took — and, it is also closest to the nsfw Wormintruder style as can get for this project.
Make sure to check out the version he used for the cover art too, ( flickr link below ) — the simplicity, which focuses more on him as the center art piece, is exactly as should be.
On a personal artists note: I love knowing that without the initial photo he provided for me to work with, this piece would not have transpired as it did – His hand extending the ornament to viewer really seals all the directional aspects which in turn inspired both pieces artistically. Major Baus.
If you want some happy holiday music to cheer up your eardrums, click on over to Dustys’ website where download links are provided~
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5286891699 ( Cover Art Version )
When I stared into her eyes, it became apparent we both knew what was coming next. And so we just stood there, staring out into that distance beyond ourselves — awaiting the arrival of clouds~
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/5236819861 (larger view)
Some say she was unequivocally bitten by the darkened headlights of insexXx.
“Fingertips haunted by the ardent desire to touch face. Fallen hair spiraling the contours of mere suggestion leading to embrace.”
I dreamt that I told you everything.
Therefore, I suppose it should be considered a gift of love for having not?
To safely get through alive and with health intact. Onward we travel towards the objective~
Happy New Year, Everyone! :)
So this year went by really fast.
Lots of changes. Lots of things staying the same too. I personally am not going to express a bah humbug’ish attitude about any of the things that didn’t happen though – Because, I am mostly glad to have lived through another year safely and sound! Hellls Fuckkkin Xmass Belllls Yeaaah!!! I want more, more, more!!! hehehe :)
Into 2010 we go…
Love life. Love nature. Love family. Love humanity.
Strive for world peace~
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4198987455 ( alternate greeting – I )
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4198987285 ( alternate greeting – II )
True: I allow for my art to speak its own truth.
False: I do not know when to finish the process.
Onward with the hat fashions ;)
She shows up wearing only a raincoat, and holding a vid in her hand…
We spoke earlier on the phone and agreed that our visit would be quick. I ask if she can help rid me of these unkind nightmares, to which she agrees we try. A common ritual as if to pretend either one cares beyond these next couple of hours…
Our history is vague but enduring. To say that she is an extremely strange girl doesn’t really describe her shortcomings, nor my attraction for her. Although, in brief, she remains physically detached from most people; preferring instead to observe from safe distances. I strongly identify with this.
I’m not looking to save her. I don’t imagine anyone can. She knows too much about living inside of herself, and what can never be repaired from wrongful experiences. She is downright scary when she opens her mouth to speak of this pain too. Her best position is in being fucked, because it seems to erase the hindrance. At least temporarily…
I give her lots of gifts. Expensive trinkets. Shit she doesn’t care about. I don’t sign any of the attached cards. My messages are always crude in nature. But, I like to think these shallow remarks make her laugh…
“Come over, I need a body to crush..”
“I don’t love you, but I’ll fuck you.”
“You are nothing but a stropping wet cunt to me.”
“I want to fill you up with my sticky hatred.”
“If you were anyone else, I might consider supporting you.”
She has this penchant for keeping me satiated despite being so very weird. I allow her to show up unannounced – Something I won’t allow with anyone else. There isn’t a need to analyze why. The point is that she allows me to impress ‘whatever is most unbelievable’ onto her. Who wouldn’t remain open to this consideration?
Returning back into the night where she showed up wearing only the raincoat …
“Venus fly trap opens wide, and thus begins the outpouring of injured butterflies.”
-=vlip=- Movie starts, nothing is broken. Said footage is of her wriggling about on the screen. Looks like an old silent film which is kind of cool. But, the quality is fucking terrible! Tinted blood red, draped across some bed with her tits spilling out. Arm lifts up, head tilts back. The End. Begin again. Simple loop…kind of stupid.
I ask her what she expects me to do with it, and she turns around. Oh fuck, there it is. The instant bone killer. Standing with a river of tears streaming down her face, I start thinking of ways to switch off. But, then she removes the raincoat as though some dissonant alarm has gone off within. We return to the reason ‘why’ she came over. This instant arrives where all is understood…
Slow motions of a woman lost inside pose. A time far removed from where we now stand. My guard lowers, and I’m following the weakness head first – Running, not walking to the golden speckle fuck inducer. I want her breathing heavy underneath me, if only to help her forget.
I want all of it…except for those tears.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wormintruder/4169834328 (The Red Video)
*Feeling like I should reiterate the objective of this journal for those new to the site!
As terrible as my writing can be…I still like to consider myself somewhat of a storyteller. What this specifically means is that some of my journal entries will be works of fiction, with actual events used sparingly! Not every journal entry is true…not every journal entry is a complete lie either! It all varies as per presentation. My recycling techniques are also legendary around these parts. In this instance, it is the video. Why? Because it fits the tale! Best advice is to refrain from taking it all so ‘literally’.
Feel something! Feel anything! Take care till next time~
“She strutted in with veins shaped like wishbones”
Projects slowwwllllyyyy being accomplished. Sliming, cutting, pasting, digi-manipulatin’, and posting. All in a days work too! Love staying this busy :)
Hope everyone is well out there~
There are a lot of things wrong with this song…
a) Needs to be re-recorded and mixed properly.
b) Colin’s bass needs to be synced with Craig’s guitar.
c) It is a cover tune.
d) There are TONS of arrangement errors.
This song first arrived into my life through an unlikely source. Memories travel back to a troupe of young brownie scouts who lined up on stage with their smiling faces, and whom sang so beautifully to a room full of gleaming adults. Their performance being what initially prompted my desire to record Barges, and why it even exists in my music archives to date…
Today really seemed appropriate to post, despite the fact that it is not completed.
An internet pal died this week. Someone whom I’ve never met in person – But, someone who was able to surpass physical barriers, by making a lasting imprint on my mind. A uniquely informative individual…
I not only enjoyed his virtual contributions, and online presence- Mac presented an even balance to our verbal communications. He was a complete gentleman anytime we spoke.
This song Barges is also linked to an old, and extremely dear friend, who is now deceased by many years: Craig Ellis. Those who have followed my journal through the years will recall that I have spoken about Craig before. To those new here: Craig is someone who will always remain a dear friend for life, even if he is no longer present. Together, we wrote years upon years of original music, dating back through the 90′s – Music that I am only now able to return for the reworking of.
If you have ever lost anyone close, then you understand what makes it so fucking painful to face these devastating associations.
I am now posting this unfinished/unmixed song because???
Well, maybe it stems from an overbearing sadness of not knowing what comes after death?
My melancholy is left wishing that it did not happen, and further fueled by a disbelief of their absence from life.
I am not a religious person…I am just VERY fucking sad they are no longer here.
“This tattered vessel arrives to dock the shores briefly. Two friends passing by en queue, with me tearfully singing along to their departure. This token of my remembrance exists only as symbolism to reconnect past, present and future tense. My hand outstretched, and waving goodbye to such fine impressionists, who have made kind moments even kinder through the sharing of information.”
This song is what I was working on when the shocking news of Mac arrived.
So, unfinished…YES. Though, hand delivered with all love and condolences: Right on time.
Thanks, Craig and Mac Tonnies for your offerings in friendship.
You are gravely missed on this end~