It watches its shadow



digital photo






Get your Voice Heard



Master Plan?

Born, one way
Or another
To live,
And nothing in between

Midsummer's Night Dream




seeds of the twilight



On the track of time ...

Poetic audiovisual
"Vaivén... Susurro Eterno"

Author: Rosa Matilde Jiménez Cortés
Technique: Mixed / paper
Year: 1994


Dog Breath and his Doughnut

Whose next?


You are camera: I deny you ownership

I am not - have never been - possession of 'eye'.
Once you have recognized that you are your own abstraction you will cease to perceive me as image.




Dustland by Diego Stocco

Diego Stocco - Dustland from Diego Stocco on Vimeo.

  • "Dustland" is a cinematic sounding improv that I recorded with the Fence Bass.
    This instrument has a rough and edgy sound since it's all made of metal, s
    o I imagined a piece that could work in a modern Western film, I'm a fan of the genre.

    Everything is created in real time, no pre-existing loops, additional tracks or post-efx involved.
    I built a chain of processors in Live that I control with a pedal board, all rhythmic parts and ambiences are derived from whatever sound/noise comes from the Fence Bass. I hope you'll like it!

     - by Diego Stocco


spawn juice innards

Purple Haze, baby

"Better to burn out than fade away"
That's a cool famous line thanks Neil,
but in this case, at least, I just don't feel it.
I wish Jimi was still here
even if he was playin
shit so esoteric
he had faded
into obscurity.
I'd like
to hear




Tell me that ART is essentially discourse which can easily exclude didacticism and I will laugh a little.

Tell me you create ART as dialogue which has no room for didacticism and I will call you fool because you present a PIECE purportedly as a GIFT for personal reaction. No charity accepted.

You present with intent, even if it is subconscious. My response must be to intent and, within intent, there is subjective agenda. If you claim you merely wish to ELICIT I will not doubt you. If you claim no intent behind ELICITING I call you LIAR.

You are intent on teaching me your mind.

Art IS didactic.

For CHM - Pumpkins Should be Judged With Care



Side Effects

Side Effects

34"x 28"
acrylic/fluted sbs

I Like Pumpkin


a Chronology for Survival


amorphic, we shall float.




Religious ecstasy








about a sad and sleepy boy named troubled that lives in seattle where the rain falls in silent judgment.

Decimal Points




I see you!




#Dream Journal Entry, Jan.30, 2011


A handful of "friends" (who seem to be based on people from "work") and I (the dreamer) are hangin out in a bright, clean(so clearly not at work; maybe a gym...?) locker room. At any rate, wherever we are, nudity is obviously not an issue, for: I am seated on a bench, my back to the lockers--seems to be showers across the way in front of me--and the others are gathered up on and around the bench to my left. Save one, a lovely young lass(who seems to be based on a combination of 'N' from work and 'M' from...Prague)who is sitting across my lap, facing the others, naked from the waist down. I may be naked too, not sure. There is no sexual overtone whatsoever; the nudity seems accepted matter of factly(I think that's how you'd say it; no one seems to care or even notice). Although, I am so captivated by this ravishing beauty sprawled across my bare legs, shiningly flattered that she would grace me with her favor and attention, I don't even know if anyone else is naked or not. My arm around her back, my hand on her leg seems accepted as a matter of course. She has more lotion on one spot than the rest of her well turned right leg, but I don't rub it in 'cause she's talking, gesturing with her hands, squirming all over my lap. The conversation breaks up, the others move from the bench--we're leaving,
apparently--and lovely 'NM' stretches and leans back, and the view of her shapely lower body is brightly etched into my brain...
(woke up feeling bright, clear, positive; amazing for a "work day." I'm also still amazed at how un-sexualized the nudity was, how calm and un-bothered by it we all were)


Reverse Metal, February, 2011




Run as Fast as You Can


My first publication of a project I am working on. The image of a 21st century smoker. (young and old, street corners, doorways, where ever they are now banished too.)

A Modular Existence

Entity, in its youth, was given building blocks to play with and constructed an algorithm for life as prefabricated perfection.

Entity, I envy your assurance in formulas.

Entity, apparently, controls chaos without recognising that chaos is the most dazzling unfact. Life has been dedicated to linear unfolding of this begat this begets that. Slotting this target into that outcome is hefty, rewarding work. Entity stops, stares back along the narrow path with satisfaction, then turns and stares with equal satisfaction at the eternity to be cobbled ahead. Gauge slots comfortably into gauge. Template determined, no error can occur unless failing is other than self. End is impossible. Immortality must be. No reward for life is inconceivable.

My life began as old rugs pulled from under me. I progressed to stretching knotted strips of carpet, faded and tattered silk kerchiefs worn by young women with high aspirations so many decades ago, hoarded string and old elastic, tying ragged ends together and hoisting my lines on impossible hooks as a tightrope suspended by improbabilities. Poised on the precarious slide of a microscope, I belly-flopped into space so as to observe my construct from various vantage points. Being is an internal speck of no consequence blown around the external infinite until cessation. Yes, this is how long a piece of string is… more or less. God is inconceivable.

Entity reproduces an impoverished image of hand-me-downs. Humans have become proficient in the emperor’s new clothes.

Entity, I envy your accomplishments within your neat existence.

My choice has been unlimited impossibilities and innumerable possibilities missed without regret simply because the fact of being bears no resemblance to modular constructs. I wear dead people's clothes and base my life on the remnants of their tattered holes. I wear dead people's clothes because they are pungent with the dreams of finite conceived of itself as infinite. I wear dead people's clothes because they reek of stale and forgotten ever-afters. I wear dead people's clothes because we are convinced that our personal end will have seismic ramifications. I wear dead people's clothes because personal end does not even register a shudder.

Entity, I pity your accomplishments within your safe existence.

[As an aside, I extend my gratitude to every artist involved with Discharge. I feel privileged to have access to the works of so many magnificent contemporary artists whenever I wish to indulge myself. I feel humbled at being allowed to contribute despite being unworthy. I can identify each and everyone's works at a glance and 'ooh' and 'ah' each time something new is posted. I adore and admire each and every one of you! Thank you for enriching my existence.)

Is discharge Dada? No, it is not. Influenced by and with a similar attitude to, but not Dada..

Is discharge Fluxus? No, it is not. Influenced by and with a similar attitude to, but not Fluxus.

Is discharge art for intellectuals? No, discharge is for anyone and everyone who appreciates creativity in all its myriad forms. Be it static visual, audio or moving image; the written word or the deconstructed, non-linear form. The spoken word and noise.

All creativity is the springboard for discharge. It highjack’s a multitude of genres and disciplines and transposes them onto the internet. discharge is electronically transmitted art, be it via blog, myspace or whatever format possible, it can also be produced and seen in classic formats.

The discharge Chapbook. The discharge Building by Parts book. discharge has no rules. All contributors to discharge are responsible adults. discharge has no leaders although it has an elected body of rotating editors who oversee rather than dictate the flow of the group.

The aim of discharge is to profile creative people and to do away with the pretension of the art world. Everyday people creating art everyday to an exceptional quality.

Art by barrow boys and girls. discharge is international.