A morphine vial complete with syringe from the Victorian era.

No answer lies there. It cannot care, especially for what it no longer knows.

the toun (2024)

“I have found a light in the darkness” by Julia Soboleva

Private Collection

sketch

61.5 x 23 x 20.5 in

(headache all day today.) More horse art, from 2022.

laura benson

Meat church

This place is a message...

(further reading)

"You're all yourselves. I can bind you. Let you come within one another's souls. One-from-many."

But the castrated head seeks another body. It resolves never again to touch the unclean earth. The sacrificial bull head, with horns erect like excited angel wings, its eyes rolled up in pleasure and locked like a hunter to the twinkling stars, its tongue drooping out for a taste of divine wind, is set to final orgasmic blaze over licking flames. Fur, skin, muscle, snot, spit, eyeballs, brains, all rendered dark and sacred cloud: A final little death for the remaining mundanity. A vein to Heaven has opened, and the ashes flow upward into the vaulted cranium of the sky along the pulsing hot wind. In a thousand years another celestial eye will join the countless others of the night.