Category Archives: ART

Paintings, photography, aesthetic objects, beautiful communication, and anything I consider to be art, artful, artistic, artsy or whatever.
Art is subjective. It is a quality of communication can be contributed to by the viewer through empathy or agreement with its creator.

SEDLEC OSSUARY

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Only Catholics would build a chapel out of the bones of 70,000 people who died from The Plague!  It’s so perverted, it’s almost aesthetic!

Sedlec Ossuary

The Sedlec Ossuary is a small Roman Catholic chapel, located beneath the Cemetery Church of All Saints in Sedlec, a suburb of Kutná Hora in the Czech Republic. The ossuary is estimated to contain the skeletons of between 40,000 and 70,000 people, whose bones have in many cases been artistically arranged to form decorations and furnishings for the chapel. The ossuary is among the most visited tourist attractions of the Czech Republic, attracting over 200,000 visitors yearly. Four enormous bell-shaped mounds occupy the corners of the chapel. An enormous chandelier of bones, which contains at least one of every bone in the human body, hangs from the center of the nave with garlands of skulls draping the vault. Other works include piers and monstrances flanking the altar, a large Schwarzenberg coat of arms, and the signature of Rint, also executed in bone, on the wall near the entrance.  SEE A COMPLETE PHOTO GALLERY HERE:  Sedlec Ossuary Gallery

WHEN I WORE CRIMMELS ON MY BLANES

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“When I was a smoldy drailflom
I wore crimmels on my blanes.
I drimmed the crandles with my flains,
with brenthin briss i vlimmedthe rein
and blove the trimly masopiel mannes!
How smarthy clove the sleemly croves?
How floaner were the grimbler snoavs?
slem, slem, oh floamy trivlin slanes
when i wore crimmels on my blanes.”

– from the Epic Tome by Drailflom Vlome of Vladro III
in the Year of Mordath, 6023

I DON’T BELONG HERE

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(I’m a) CREEP

“When you were here before
Couldn’t look you in the eye
You’re just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You’re so fucking special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

I don’t care if it hurts
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice
When I’m not around
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here

She’s running out the door
She’s running out
She run run run run…
Run…

Whatever makes you happy
Whatever you want
You’re so fucking special
I wish I was special

But I’m a creep
I’m a weirdo
What the hell am I doing here?
I don’t belong here…
I don’t belong here…”