Welcome to another e-compiliation of mundane paint daubs and ink blotches. Even so it will remain here until I figure out what to do with this craving that refuses to die.
The present age…prefers the sign to the thing signified, the copy to the original, fancy to reality, the appearance to the essence…for in these days illusion only is sacred, truth profane. – Ludwig Feuerbach
I revel in the flow of inspiration that comes with my monthly hemorrhage… hormones and such… compelling me to write and draw things, design websites and stalk people like in horror films… do other dirty things…
…but does that make me sick?
…perhaps.
My dad once said that there are two professionals you can’t be without; the doctor and the mortician. Though I still aspire to be part of the “white coat” community for rara avis reasons; I don’t find myself capable of being a healer nor do I fancy myself envying the dead for a living.
I’m a present day vagrant; moving and traveling often. I’ve been through various cultures and their subs, learning more about humanity than I would have liked. This includes attempting two years of medicine in Egypt – it’s not very often you get the chance to dissect people… literally.
So yes… I draw, paint, write, and rant as a result of my menstruosity. I don’t consider myself a ‘dark poet’, stupid enough to ‘cut’, nor do I live in a world of ‘angels and pink clouds’… ..and most importantly I am not some manical feminazi.
I simply adapt when I see fit – and live the passing cycle to the fullest (heavy puns eh?).
Either way my enthusiasm for anything is usually short lived leaving me with only a bitter aftertaste. Yet it’s that bitterness that compels me to move forward.
Toast.
~ Imokon
Collected Autographs
Fatima, Soiled yet Good- Lydia Lunch
Fatima * Wishing you Pleasures & Insights! – Fetish Diva Midori
