Discharge 6

*

2011-04-01T06:15:00.000-07:00

"Break on through to the other side

Chased our pleasures here

Dug our treasures there"

Discharge 7

See You on the Other Side...

2011-03-31T07:19:00.001-07:00

D7

2011-03-30T13:23:00.000-07:00

THIS SITE WILL OPEN FOR BUSINESS ON aPRIL 1ST 2011
Discharge 7

2011-03-30T12:45:00.000-07:00

milk # 1 & # 2

2011-03-30T07:32:00.000-07:00

¿Psychosomatic?

2011-03-30T03:55:00.001-07:00

"Solidarity of being
Alive,"
She saith,
"Without thine head
Thou shalt not
Thrive."

Indeed, later that night, he just kind of died.

.

2011-03-28T16:20:00.000-07:00

"Here I come . . . ."

2011-03-27T12:56:00.000-07:00

Homes, do we ever need you now.

Dystopia riders

2011-03-26T17:31:00.000-07:00

milk 3

2011-03-26T08:01:00.000-07:00

Tribute to Liz

2011-03-25T11:13:00.000-07:00

...

2011-03-25T08:14:00.001-07:00

"Have we vanquished the enemy? None but ourselves. Have we gained success? That word means nothing here." George Leigh Mallory

Five elements

2011-03-24T14:44:00.000-07:00

"scene324".

2011-03-24T12:09:00.001-07:00

..

2011-03-22T17:53:00.001-07:00

I shall cast myself aside, as is the custom.

Tuesday

2011-03-22T01:59:00.001-07:00

A dream stains my skyline.
Forlorn clouds scud across a pale heaven.
The faces from another nightmare fade as daylight brings slow relief.
The echoing memory clings with a wanton resistance refusing to flee the tiny spaces.
Not even the shower, warm and fragrant, is able to chase those demons away.

A piece of sky for you...

2011-03-21T17:12:00.000-07:00

Long Portrait

2011-03-19T17:24:00.000-07:00

Roberto de Niro or Ruela ?

2011-03-19T13:19:00.000-07:00

It's Time....

2011-03-19T11:33:00.000-07:00

It's Time

mixed medium
9"x 11"

Image

2011-03-19T07:25:00.000-07:00

A hillbilly family from out towards Yelleville was visiting Little Rock and they were in a mall for the first time in their lives. The father and son were strolling around while the wife shopped. They were amazed by almost everything they saw, but especially by two shiny, silver walls that could move apart and then slide back together again.
The boy asked, 'Paw, what's at?'
The father (never having seen an elevator before) responded, 'Son, I dunno.I ain't never seen nothin' like that in my entire life, I ain't got no idea'r what it is.'
While the boy and his father were watching with amazement, a fat old lady in a wheel chair rolled up to the moving walls and pressed a button. The walls opened and the lady rolled between them into a small room. The walls closed and the boy and his father watched the small circular number above the walls light up sequentially.
They continued to watch until it reached the last number and then the numbers began to light in the reverse order.
Then the walls opened up again and a gorgeous, voluptuous 24 year-old blonde woman stepped out.
The father, not taking his eyes off the young woman, said quietly to his son, 'Boy, go gitcha momma!

"meltdown".

2011-03-18T13:39:00.001-07:00

...

2011-03-18T07:51:00.000-07:00

Is there any light?

2011-03-17T10:02:00.000-07:00

"scene315c".

2011-03-15T13:54:00.001-07:00

...

2011-03-15T09:14:00.001-07:00

Curse the Soul of Cocaine

2011-03-15T05:53:00.000-07:00

The confines of that callous heart drip with bile.
I clutch the past to my heart like an old friend.
The bedtime hours come complete with motion.
A tossing, turning, tumble of sheets slung hot swiflt thrown aside.
the vacuum of her soul leaves a stain on the memory.
It is as if all truths were lies and all lies a curtain.

Vanitas

2011-03-10T16:07:00.000-08:00

skin sack
radiation bonehead
monkey
flash in the pan
tube

give me money

2011-03-10T03:15:00.000-08:00

x

2011-03-08T15:01:00.001-08:00

"spiritland".

2011-03-08T14:54:00.001-08:00

via diablo

2011-03-07T17:30:00.000-08:00

Via Diablo

34"x 28"
acrylic/fluted sbs

Discharge at facebook

2011-03-05T05:02:00.001-08:00

GO HERE...facebook

.

2011-03-05T04:55:00.000-08:00

"menace".

2011-03-04T15:30:00.001-08:00

March Reverse Metal

2011-03-04T05:57:00.001-08:00

GO HERE TO READ THE MONTHLY DISCHARGE JOURNAL...Reverse Metal

"apparition of the cosmic Cross".

2011-03-02T12:48:00.001-08:00

...

2011-03-02T06:33:00.001-08:00

.

2011-03-01T12:00:00.000-08:00

It watches its shadow

2011-02-28T15:27:00.000-08:00

Unseen

2011-02-27T13:59:00.000-08:00

Unseen
digital photo

Still...

2011-02-26T15:31:00.001-08:00

GAGA!

2011-02-26T10:36:00.000-08:00

mETALhEADS gO GAGA!

Get your Voice Heard

2011-02-26T01:56:00.000-08:00

!

2011-02-25T11:37:00.001-08:00

Master Plan?

2011-02-25T03:28:00.000-08:00

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

Midsummer's Night Dream

2011-02-25T01:26:00.000-08:00

.

2011-02-24T15:03:00.001-08:00

2011-02-24T11:33:00.001-08:00

.

seeds of the twilight

.

On the track of time ...

2011-02-24T10:42:00.000-08:00

Poetic audiovisual

"Vaivén... Susurro Eterno"

Author: Rosa Matilde Jiménez Cortés

Technique: Mixed / paper

Year: 1994

...

2011-02-24T10:35:00.001-08:00

Dog Breath and his Doughnut

2011-02-24T09:00:00.000-08:00

Whose next?

2011-02-24T01:01:00.001-08:00

You are camera: I deny you ownership

2011-02-23T00:37:00.000-08:00

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.

...

2011-02-21T16:33:00.001-08:00

...

2011-02-21T12:27:00.001-08:00

Dustland by Diego Stocco

2011-02-21T04:10:00.000-08:00

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, so 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

2011-02-20T14:29:00.000-08:00

Purple Haze, baby

2011-02-20T09:33:00.000-08:00

"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

that.

?

2011-02-20T08:55:00.001-08:00

ART IS DIDACTIC

2011-02-19T21:47:00.000-08:00

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

2011-02-19T21:39:00.000-08:00

Collage & acrylic by Mark Bellaire

!

2011-02-19T09:16:00.001-08:00

Side Effects

2011-02-17T16:32:00.000-08:00

Side Effects

34"x 28"
acrylic/fluted sbs

I Like Pumpkin

2011-02-17T02:31:00.001-08:00

a Chronology for Survival

2011-02-16T14:58:00.000-08:00

...

2011-02-16T08:03:00.000-08:00

amorphic, we shall float.

"manifesto".

2011-02-14T15:26:00.001-08:00

Valentine's Day

2011-02-13T14:56:00.000-08:00

Specially for Ruela Today - "Crash (2010) Weissfaktor, Berlin/ 160x120x50cm, metal sheet, black paint, brown leather"

2011-02-13T10:50:00.003-08:00

Crash from Jerzy Goliszewski on Vimeo.

Religious ecstasy

2011-02-12T17:18:00.001-08:00

"transmirror".

2011-02-12T14:39:00.001-08:00

**

2011-02-12T06:58:00.001-08:00

*

2011-02-11T11:03:00.001-08:00

2011-02-10T12:55:00.000-08:00

...

2011-02-09T09:56:00.001-08:00

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

Decimal Points

2011-02-09T02:09:00.000-08:00

...

2011-02-07T07:37:00.001-08:00

I see you!

2011-02-05T06:06:00.001-08:00

Sadly, Stickleback2 has left this site leaving this behind...

2011-02-03T04:45:00.000-08:00

"wrath".

2011-02-02T15:11:00.001-08:00

radiographic

2011-02-02T14:50:00.000-08:00

#Dream Journal Entry, Jan.30, 2011

2011-02-02T14:24:00.000-08:00

~

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

2011-02-02T09:52:00.000-08:00

GO HERE TO READ THE MONTHLY DISCHARGE JOURNAL...Reverse Metal

-1-

2011-02-01T07:27:00.000-08:00

Run as Fast as You Can

2011-02-01T03:16:00.001-08:00

Smokers

2011-02-01T02:31:00.000-08:00

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

2011-02-01T01:24:00.000-08:00

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.)

-O-

2011-01-31T13:11:00.000-08:00

To Be or Not...

2011-01-31T11:39:00.000-08:00

mixed emotions

2011-01-31T11:18:00.001-08:00

heroes 3

2011-01-31T08:55:00.000-08:00

small

2011-01-30T19:03:00.001-08:00

?!?!?!

2011-01-30T07:28:00.000-08:00

5 miutes ago I was trying to comment on Mo's "New Wave." The comment failed to go through and now the post is gone. What happened?

...was a beautiful photo...

2011-01-29T21:13:00.000-08:00

When She was Young

2011-01-29T12:31:00.000-08:00

When She was Young

28"x 34"
acrylic/fluted sbs

stay in, stay out...

2011-01-29T08:44:00.001-08:00

Knock image to enter ...

2011-01-28T00:02:00.000-08:00

Horror and decay of the urban graveyard

2011-01-26T14:39:00.001-08:00

"particlestorm".

2011-01-26T12:14:00.001-08:00