My eyes have just taken a journey to a place where fantasy connects with art to create something otherworldly. I have spent much of the day gazing at the artwork of Yoann Lossel. This human sees the world through the beauty of flames. He is able to balance the occult, nature, destruction and divine and create something that will have your thoughts wondering off to a place where the trees speak to your dreams. Yoann’s use of light is almost beyond words, because he illuminates darkness so that the viewer can see something in it that they never knew was there. I could write for hours about how his work touches the deepest parts of my being, but that would not even do him justice. See for yourself – allow the magic of Yoann Lossel’s art to put a spell on you!
Do I love Street Art? Hell yes! While traveling all over Europe, it struck me that an art form that had started in NYC was now global. Now some of my favourite artists are from that part of the world. I came across this very interesting feature: the doomed village in Belgium called Doel that has been taken over by street artists. Check out how artists have reclaimed this village and turned it into an open air art gallery!
The history of this village, situated on the banks of the Scheldt River, lasted for more than seven centuries. However, even in our modern world, are times when historical places are doomed to disappearance. The reason for this is more than banal.
The thing is that the village Doel is too close to the port of Antwerp. More than 40 years ago, it was decided to expand the harbor of the port and in parallel to build more docks and container terminals. And Doel is the village which should be sacrificed for the ability of larger ships to enter the port. The confrontation between authorities and local residents has been going on for decades. After a couple of attempts to forcibly evict the residents, the authorities gave up for a while. But abandoned houses and the feeling like there was a war forced the residents to leave their homes. The remaining two hundred of the most persistent ones got the last warning from authorities. It is most probable that Doel will not survive. Street artists from all around the world turned the village into a living gallery of street art as a support gesture.
There are a lot of things we put up on CVLT Nation that are intentionally terrifying, gory and brutal – but no other post I have done yet has shaken me like these photos by George Georgiou taken in psychiatric wards in Serbia and Kosovo between 1999 and 2002. The despair and loneliness in these photos is tangible in a way that makes me nauseas. They are hard to look away from, and trying to imagine the stories behind the lives being lived is painful. There is something tragically beautiful about them at the same, and important to recignize in humanity and history. We are cruel to the weak, and at the same time we tell ourselves that they will inherit.
“Between us, there always seemed to exist some deeper identification, born of a deep, unspoken bond; an underlying sense of kinship. It was as if loving Narcisa was like loving some wayward, feral strand of myself; a distorted funhouse mirror image of my own brutalised, mangled, forgotten inner child, restructured into rude juvenile delinquent female form, with a crooked, charismatic smile of mischief at the end of her fuzzy pink tongue.”
Jonathan Shaw’s Narcisa is a classic tale of addiction. Not of drug addiction, although there is plenty of that riddling its decrepit, cobble-stoned sub-tropical streets, but of the addiction of one person for another. What, in most other instances, would be called “love”, although you won’t find many referring to this book as a love story. That is, however, exactly what it is; as buried as it may be beneath a thousand grimy layers of depravity, dysfunction, violence and insanity, Narcisa is a far more realistic, accurate, and pure portrayal of love than whatever turgid shit Hollywood or Jodi Picoult is churning out these days. Shaw captures the side of love that sends Hollywood running for the hills, the tortuous, strung-out junkie experience of knowing that someone or something is pure poison and loving it, needing it anyway.
In the 1800s, kids could work full time jobs and they could be thrown in jail or labor camps just like adults. While today only the very worst child criminals are tried in adult court, and even then very rarely, in the 1870s in Newcastle-upon-Tyne kids were routinely sentenced to jail time or hard labor for stealing clothes or food. The Tyne & Wear Archives and Museums have a collection of the Newcastle City Gaol’s mugshots from 1871-1873, and there are a lot of little kids who were doing time! Thankfully these archaic practices had been outlawed by the time I took up petty shoplifting, but then again, maybe a little hard labor would have done me some good…
In the early 20s, a photographer in NYC had the idea to get his own police scanner so that whenever the NYPD broadcasted a crime scene he would be there, camera in hand. His name was Arthur Fellig, born in 1899, and he became known as “Weegee” on the NYC streets, known for his ability to capture the dark side of the city, and recognized as one of the first tabloid photographers. His photos are an amazing historical record of a city that has seen so much violence and poverty throughout the years. The myth of New York City has always amazed me – considering itself the center of the free world, when so many people have been slaughtered on its streets. Check out some of Weegee’s photos below…
Photos & Text by Adam Murray
So as we’ve all heard by now, Eyehategod decided they’d rather hang out in Southern California than mandance through a prison colony. The result, with a large helping hand from promoters Thee Static Age, was booking a slew of last minute shows in and around Los Angeles and various outlying areas. I had a chance to catch a couple of these shows: one at Five Star Bar with Nausea (who had to cancel out of the original Los Globos gig), and then the very next night at the Down N Out with D.I.S. Apologies to any/all opening bands that I have failed to mention or take pictures of. As shooting the same group of dudes several nights in a row can often grow tedious, I ended up messing around a little with the flash stealing. Enjoy!
Black is Black and Kyung Hwan Kwon’s illustrations on black paper are very powerful. I’m not going to write much but I will say this dude’s work is on a whole other level…Peep Kyung’s expression in darkness for yourself!
If you see a whale fly out of the mist over the tree tops in a cold autumn morning, you know something is wrong. Terribly wrong. Somehow Martin Vlach has envisioned such a scene and made it come to life, among many other visions that seemingly clutter his brain and incredibly they come together with his master-level skill of image manipulation. Martin Vlach’s images are frightening and surreal visions of the absurd, pieced together so well, and with such visionary skill, that as you gaze at his work you feel the cold, emptiness, silence and vastness of the world overpowering you and plunging you into a state of silent and baffled reverence. Check out more about Martin’s work on his social media outlets.
If the Cocteau Twins’ music became paintings, they might take the shape of a Boris Indrikov painting. This Russian artist’s work is full of enchanting magic that will have your mind wandering off into never never land. His work draws you in with spirals that engulf your being then transform into surreal beings. Boris is able to create paintings that have an old world energy with a new world vision. When I gaze at his paintings I hear a language both beautiful and yet haunting. Just like a Cocteau Twins song, it doesn’t matter that you don’t understand Liz’s lyrics, you feel in your heart where she is coming from. Boris Indrikov conveys the same power with each stroke of his brush. All I want to do is get trapped in his creative universe, because it’s just that surreal!