Welcome to the Dark Lodge, Stranger.

Meanwhile at the Fuck Factory

“It is only by way of pain one arrives at pleasure” — Marquis de Sade

Not yours. That’s your thing.

I don’t care. Fuck you.

I burn your dreams.

Don’t leave me here.

I still have these endless dreams of long, penetrating tubes.

From smoke and shadows.

Today is the fifth anniversary of Sissitrix, I am lauching my first art book to celebrate. Link in bio to reserve your copy.

The body is an inverted vortex. Sin-Pods. 99-copy lab notebook fac-similé coming soon.

“Look, but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, but don't swallow.”

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby.

"Art is restoration. The idea is to repair the damages that are inflicted in life." — Louise Bourgeois

Bacon saw his studio as a fertile chaos; and while I love this idea, I’m crafting something closer to a silent film stage.

Espresso at dawn.

Nocturnal secret wood.

The Freak Show.

I had a surrealist dark dream, again.

We live inside a dream, girl vampire.

The artist’s tools