While talking with the Hobbits, Tom Bombadil puts on the One Ring. For a moment, all of the Nazgul burst into merry song. It is never discussed among them again.
So I just woke up and my first thought was “what if in the four horsemen of the apocalypse, pestilence was one of those anti-vax moms?”
quite frankly the four white suburban soccer-moms of the apocalypse would scare me way more
War is the one constantly screaming at retail workers
Famine is a diet nut, one of the really annoying ones who is all ‘OMG PALEO IS THE TRUE WAY TO EAT AND IF YOU DON’T EAT PALEO YOU’RE GOING TO DIE OF CANCER’
‘Alchemy’ – I was looking at ashes recently and their smooth blackness and delicate fragility reminded me of gold leaf, equally weightless and fine. Cinders are every bit as fine and beguiling as gold; soot like darkest velvet. Everything is equal as it is. You don’t need alchemy if you see the gold everywhere.
The mask and… chest mask/sculpture(?) are foam, vellum paper, gold ink and Stuart Semple’s vantablack-like paint which is great and super matte and smells like cherry (amusingly non-goth)
While taking the pic, I learned that hockey tape adheres to absolutely no surfaces other than hockey sticks
The contrast between the delicate, bright leafy gold and the near-void of the matte black is completely arresting. Your work is always surprising, always beautiful.
Loki is the Philosopher King 