These works are made entirely of my Fathers blood, the paper he bled on and the plasters which held his flesh together over night, made the day after his gore-ified wound was made.
In an attempt to create somthing beautiful out of somthing most would find hard to look at I created these works. Pulling the old plasters out of the medical paper that the nurse gave me to bring them home, I set about creating... perhaps his blood knew all along of this destiny. Maybe the brutal accident that left his flesh torn off and gushing blood was the prelude to works of art. Opening a gateway into the dreams he once had, into his memories and into his long lost and supressed imagination.
Perhaps... or perhaps in a sick twisted way it was just his Son creating somthing out of a part of his essence.
kite flying in a dying world
bird watching - with his Brother and Sister
<gorey match sticks> <waving from a hill in hell>
Nosferatu's end "goodbye dear friend"
Aliens in my blood
Sandman abstract.fail-art and photography by 4ormulafourfour
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