Sarina Brewer is an experienced naturalist that has over the course of her later years started to craft unique taxidermy specimens. Her portrait is more resemblance of a Victorian sorceress and her philosophy is to “let nothing from nature go to waste, and use all of an animal even after death”. Her finished are but different from the rest of the taxidermy circles in a morbid, but beautifully interesting way. She fuses different parts of animals together. Some are mammals combined with birds, or the flying type with horned creatures, nocturnal animals with those who occupy the waters, etc. She first started sculpting and painting with the animal remains, creating some eerie visual canvasses that would probably not be accepted by most galleries. Her mediums were oil, and found products. Gradually this evolved into what is her immense skill and collection today. She volunteers her time as a biologist (fuck yea!), and participates in conservation of the fauna and flora or wildlife rescue on the side. None of the animals she uses were killed by humans, they either died from other predators, disease, age, etc. Her appreciation of death is quite close to mine and recognizing how different cultures honor the dead and connect with them in unorthodox ways. I would love to do something similar by building skeletons for a museum or cleaning found bones and dead animals for preservation and study. Animals are beautiful in death and life! Unlike human are rarely either of these. This is her homage to the animals by giving them artistic meaning in postmortem.
Sarina ““I call it art, you can call it whatever you want.”
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I’m not an avid follower of metaphysical satanism such as the Temple of The Black Light or cultic sects of the black flame, though I came across this tome some time ago and finally decided to peer into it. I approached this book more as anthropology study than one of a doctrine or sacred book of myth. Thus I only was interested in the first half of the book entitled The Argentinian Cult of Senor La Muerte. This section is entirely true and based on several retellings, evidence, current practices and totems still alive today. It recalls the arcane rituals by the Argentian cult who are comprised of hundreds of thousands of members. The object of the adoration is the grim scythe bearer whom they called Senor La Muerte, represented as a skeleton clothed in black. The intentions revolving around these practitioners use special invocations to cast magic or transfer positive or negative energies to themselves and unto others. Such as cursing the dwelling place of enemies, preventing sickness, attraction, money and status, or deflective hexes. As man evolved it was evident that they developed a sense of spirituality*. I use this word to mean a subjective spirituality and not a fixed one. To them, the immense magical working of their master of death had powers to instill all of their wishes if the respect and rituals were carried out in accordance.
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Such formulations of shading, blackness, obscurity and detail on paper have rarely been so disturbing and fascinating to me. I am writing this not to impress or say anything which does not seem fitting. After “discovering” Maxime Taccardi’s art, I initiated several funeral doom and depressive black metal albums and stared at these for a solid 2 hours. I wanted to study each manipulative detail and it’s textures, the metaphorical meanings behind the subversive imagery, and then make an inquisition to herr Taccardi about what I couldn’t find out myself. This is kind of art I lust to make when the time feels right, and if I can fit myself into this niche would love create such ugly drawings like these. I received some select words of 6 of his works, where a decent array of mediums have been preserved in these two dimensional masterpieces. It reads in his photoalbums that ‘crayon’ was used, he’s French, and I assume this to mean pencil crayon but perhaps the eyes deceive.
^^mr. taccardi after someone told him they didn’t like his drawings
“The child who was dreaming he was a tree”, it’s old, i did it in 2006, i wanted to express the tree of knowledge. When you taste the forbidden tree, the futility of existence appears like a straight vision: Death, the silent cry of a deathborn. Like the circle of ouroboros…
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A hell of some time ago, I sent a handwritten letter to Justin Bartlett. He needs no introduction, and has been absorbed through Cvlt Nation before. It was just a few nights ago that the answers were returned. I scribe his dark and morbidly satirical speech here for your eyes to revel upon. It is quite a long read, and I am holding off on too much art, just enough to add to the writings.
I am so grim and kvlt that I am indeed answering your letter while drinking iced tea at a coffee shop down the street from my apartment. An introduction? I draw corpses, goats, and other appropriate imagery for (mainly) metal/hardcore/underground album covers, but I’ve also created illustrations for a few magazines, sports, and fashion lines. When I say fashion, I just mean t-shirt and clothing companies, I haven’t made it to any gay fashion reality shows just yet.
Although the majority of my work has been in music, which has allowed me a lot of creative freedom and given me a pretty good amount of exposure – I am trying to make more of a move into the “entertainment” world. I can make a better living working with clients involved with movies, comics, and books. I doubt I’d get any gigs drawing an aborted baby Jesus falling out of a goat vagina, but you never know. I don’t necessarily have to draw vulgar imagery to be happy, but I know I can get work drawing weird and interesting subjects in my own style. Recently I did some work for a John Cusack movie coming out, called “The Raven”…. unfortunately my work wasn’t used (I think due to the ridiculously short turn-around time), but I was still paid pretty well and I am supposed to be doing more work for the company.
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The Finnish barbarian stormfront opens up again. Already ablaze in prominence and prolific influence are the likes of Satanic Warmaster, & Goatmoon. It is as if the blacksmiths were busy forging their hammers on the stone, and here they produced one of the rarest forms of metal, black metal. The quality of which they gave the name Forgjord.
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Greetings, i am writing now in a semi sane state after bearing witness to the most abhorrent life forms imaginable. It is with severe relief that I have been told these are only replica of creatures from long dead aeons, and no longer dwell on this planet. But gawd! who knows what is out there!!!
I fear my mind has been peered into by these fleshy, amorphous and gibbering masses and such biological revelations were not intended to be studied by the eyes of mere man! I now see them in my dreams, and in my diurnal hours as well. The normal serpent becomes studded with a crustacean exoskeleton, bats have dragon-like heads, and even the fish started to walk on all fours with their gaping horrendous mouths sharing the sight of dripping sickly teeth. Their limbs do not obey the simple laws of physics, and such adaptations do not make logical sense. In what atmosphere would this broken leather winged creature needs so much damage to its wings, or the fish with an exposed ribcage. I care not to think about it. And these fossils, did they originate from after the Cambrian? or is evolution a misconception, these look a lot older, perhaps before the prehistoric era even.I have a feeling the Japanese had something do this with this, I have found photographed specimens of the entire obscure kingdom open to the public! What they do not know they are doing if these reach the eyes of others!
It pleases me highly when I discover something truly impeccable like this, that has been lingering silently around in other forms. I have been listening to many of the acts that these group of satanic artists have been making for awhile now. I take no credit for these, and only attempting to spread this luciferian craft to all those to desire to see it. 407 has been sharpening their teeth for long, and given vent to such deep pits of maniacal expression, which resulted in the following pieces. They stand for the undenying darkness that lies in man and very rarely brought out for the audience. Few black metal bands truly invoke anything in me anymore, but all of these presented are aesthetically the pure nature of black metal. Belowe are various album covers, flyer, tattoo designs, graphite and ink drawings. Throw your inner creative spirit into the cauldron and feast upon its products.
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I feel compulsive to rant here, given the time, of my favorite dark ambient artist who has yet to live. His mother and friends call him Brian Williams, but he has taken shelter under the intimidating pseudonym of Lustmord for his dark craft. There is hardly anyone with more than half a brain stem that would counter the recognition of herr Lustmord being the originator of this sub genre. He has, whether consciously or not, becoming the prototype for hundreds of other, mostly sub par, noise projects. And through his dark history or existence, a prolific amount of material has been unveiled through his evil side. He has offered soundtracks to an unhealthy amount of films, and collaborated with several other noteworthy musicians, like those of Robert Rich & Hecate.
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I have wrote before of the dark photography of Erik Truchinski for his Autumn Wind project. This time I am projecting another side of him to represent his recently created distro, dedicated to harsh noise recordings, obscurity and collages of women in bondage. All pieces were handmade by him, portraying the darker and more experimental sides of sexuality, that I personally think lie in EVERYONE, whether it is realized or not. We were biologically crafted to have these unpure desires, and of course what you do with them is your own augmentation and personal choice. These are not something to be hidden away like a sickness, but instead using this form of pleasure for personal fulfillment. There is a fine line of course between the extremity and subversive practices of BDSM and many real acts of violence that lie outside of consensual desires. This art reflects the former, no matter how obscure or different it may seem. http://bondagecultdistro.com/
A few selective words about Erik’s own thoughts on his works, it is true these speak for themselves mostly, but his personal attachment to them is as follows.
“”Stepping into the dreams of the perverse, wretched and beautifully filthy…consuming my mind and infecting yours. I’m trying to portray the images within my mind, scattered together and balled up into one fantasy and nightmare after another…speaking to your hidden desires, splattered with lust and disgust. Show me your tongue…see how filthy you can be…”
I suggest if you are not mature enough as to observe this form of art without being offended to do some research of your own on the culture or not bother looking at them.
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After reading that the prehistoric cavemen of Antediluvian were about to embark their skinned hooves into my territory, this was an immediate must attend. The rarity of their performances are perhaps are just as scarce as the information about them. If exposed to their purely organic and primitive castings, one might not know exactly how to embrace it. Contradicting the modernity of metal, and aesthetics as a whole. On this night they were joined by a collective formation of black/war metal legions, those of somewhat prominent Nuclearhammer & Adversarial, & Befouled Serenity. I have no idea of the set list of each act, but instead will attempt to describe the auras and impacts of the night.
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