
Tecnica mista su carta A4
(“Awakening among the giants”)
Tecnica mista su carta A4
(“Awakening among the giants”)
“Incubo Erotico”
Mixed media on A3 paper (29×42 cm)
Artwork available for sale. Write to: info@bananartista.com
(Inesaudibile cinematic poem, golosità unguenti, lucro).
A happy dark journey into the maze of ‘Pataphysics.
Digital colors on imaginary canvas.
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In questa opera ineffabile ho voluto dire l’indicibile.
Buon ascolto.
Dopo la rovinosa caduta.
Questa mia video-animazione musicale rappresenta le connessioni sinaptiche di un unicorno che sogna i dirupi scoscesi della Svezia.
Cliccando “play” verrai catapultato in un mondo fatato fatto di ali e mulini a vento.
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In the pink derma anthropomorphic firmament sparkles.
Emily Brontë is sleeping in a realm of art and poetry.
possederti in perfetto stile pornoalpino.
sogno o son desto?
do you want this painting in your room?
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ALEISTER CROWLEY:
(Every man and every woman is a star.)
(I am above you and in you. My ecstasy is in yours. My joy is to see your joy.)
(Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.)
(The ending of the words is the Word Abrahadabra.)
(There is a single main definition of the object of all magical Ritual. It is the uniting of the Microcosm with the Macrocosm.)
(True Will directs the individual towards destiny and forces them into the joy of accomplishing what they were meant to accomplish without “lust of result” (outside motivations).
ALCHEMY (Francisco Goya and Carl Gustav Jung):
(Fantasy, abandoned by reason, produces impossible monsters; united with it, she is the mother of the arts and the origin of marvels.)
(We are so captivated by and entangled in our subjective consciousness that we have forgotten the age-old fact that God speaks chiefly through dreams and visions)
(Everything that irritates us about others can lead us to an understanding of ourselves.)
Mysterium coniuctionis. Synchronicity. Unus mundus.
NYMPHOMANIAC:
(Mea Vulva, Mea Maxima Vulva!)
(Joe’s Father: It’s actually the souls of the trees that we see in the winter.)
(Joe: Fill all my holes, please.)
(Joe: Each time a word becomes prohibited, you remove a stone from the Democratic foundation … The human qualities can be expressed in one word: Hypocrisy… By the way, I can assure you that women who claim that negros don’t turn them on, they’re lying)
(Seligman: Freud says the opposite. He talks about the polymorphic perversion of a child.)
(But you… you’ve fucked thousands of men.)
BOOM