
Artwork by (who also worked on the upcoming documentary Waltz With Bashir) from the jarring Philosophy in the Boudoir by the Marquis de Sade, as commissioned by Penguin Classics.
Check out his fantastic artwork and blog at Tropical Toxic.

Artwork by (who also worked on the upcoming documentary Waltz With Bashir) from the jarring Philosophy in the Boudoir by the Marquis de Sade, as commissioned by Penguin Classics.
Check out his fantastic artwork and blog at Tropical Toxic.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
With that line, Elizabeth Barrett Browning immortalized herself, ironically, with her anonymous musings to her lover Robert Browning.
God, I would love to create a surreal tale of their love affair. I would preface it with (don’t judge) the wonderful Jewel song “Near You Always” and drench it with a sentimental swagger that would seemingly match their own love-affair. When I read their poetry, I cannot help but feel their presence. Their ghosts haunt mine so I want to reward them by immortalizing them in celluloid.
Ideas and ideas, keep on coming.
First you envision the stars in their natural simplicity.
Artificial lights removed.
Is it past of future?
Then you walk along the pathless ground.
Maybe remembering a crevice that once fought for air.
I may have seen the last of the seas or the creation of a wave.
I was going forward and in reverse. All the while. All the difference.
I was a savior and a leader of resistance. Machinery and fire is blackened by death.
I am going back. I will never return. I have disappeared.
The fourth of the first, creating and implying.
Fragment, I am. Atoms. Bombs.