I make book sculptures / cut books by working through a book, page by page, cutting around some of the illustrations while removing others. In this way, I build my composition using only the images found in the book.
Works are created using only the pictures that are already in the volumes and the end result is a hollowed out book with a layered composition similar to the Victorian paper theatres that were hugely popular at that time.
The books are sealed around the cut so they can no longer be opened, but are designed to be either hung on the wall or can stand by themselves as an art object.
"I see him as one of those pitiful things sometimes born in hospitals. They feed it, keep it warm, but they don’t put it on machines. They let it die. But he doesn’t die. He looks normal. Nobody can tell what he is."
Six-Word Stories That Are Absolutely Heart-Breaking
Sing a lullaby, father’s are close by. And he stole their daughter’s life. Came home murdered peace of mind.
Changed Sinead O’Connor’s >Lullaby for Cain< a bit for this one- Let the mizumono pain continue :’D Idek guys, I just love that episode so much in all its horror n overwhelming feels. The betrayal n the loss. I’ve a counterpiece to this from Hannibals POV in mind n hope my time allows me to do it too. (probs doesn’t look like it, but this piece here was quite a challenge.Changed it completely for at least four times >_>)
!EMERGENCY EMERGENCY EMERGENCY EMERGENCY EMERGENCY!
It’s now Tuesday night 6/17. HELP??
MY PARENTS ASSAULTED ME last night (6/16). Both. My dad sided with my drunk, delusional mother. Pics: my neck (screwdriver), stomach (stove), head (surgical procedures last week).
And today my dad tried to get me from the hospital after testing appointments- thankfully I got away.
My surgeon checked me this morning- it moved and possibly damaged my neuro-implant: I was just in the hospital for two weeks including two procedures in my brain. I’m very ill (and life has been generally rough).
I MUST BE NEAR THE HOSPITAL FOR OUTPATIENT TESTS AND PROCEDURES FOR ABOUT A WEEK. They can’t house me. I’m mid-moving, but waiting on building and City bureaucracy (yes lease signed in April. Subsidy/building messiness).
DISABLED SHELTERS ARE STILL FULL. Friends can’t help (‘cuz of my needs). I got the cheapest Disabled-Accessible hotel room. It’s still too expensive- one night will overdraw my account (just restored). A friend donated Monday and tonight you all helped (Tuesday), thank you. I also need FOOD (used ebt for house), and RIDES to the hospital. Funds will allow me a safe and meet immediate critical needs, and respond if they change.
PLEASE HELP??? I’m sick, alone here, broke, and desperate:
If you can DONATE: my PayPal is LartPourLartNow@gmail.com
If you know any Non-Profits etc with Emergency Funding message me. (CT/NYC metro areas)
IF YOU CARE, PLEASE REBLOG, IMMEDIATELY AND OFTEN??
If you can’t donate, reblogging and directly asking people to reblog also helps. The more who see it, the more who can help!
Tumblr has helped me too much, I’m sorry and ashamed. But when you’re this sick and in this bad a situation, apparently you try anything and sacrifice pride.
It’s the middle of the night. I originally posted this at 3:43am Tuesday. I wouldn’t be posting this for no reason. Tumblr’s helped me too much and I’m ashamed. But when you’re this sick and this screwed, apparently you try anything. I’ll set this to keep reposting while I’m at doctors again tomorrow (sorry!). AND HEY, silver lining, I’m working REALLY HARD to stay alive, like some of you’ve told me lately!
PLEASE HELP AND SPREAD THE WORD IF YOU CAN? THANK YOU!
[info on my medical condition: see this post]
[in pics, taken 2:15am Tuesday (Monday night)- these and others already started to bruise. First one- yes it was bleeding. That raised line is part of the implant from brain to abdomen. Second- that’s a burn, then bruise. Third- couldn’t get the punctures clear in mirror, but that’s shaved]
!EMERGENCY SITUATION EMERGENCY SITUATION EMERGENCY!