The Salt of Endor

Wish you were here.

Tue, 30 Apr 2013 17:12:17 -0400

Wish you were here.

Each card of the Tarot is numbered these numbers can give you a...

Sun, 14 Apr 2013 12:40:46 -0400

Each card of the Tarot is numbered these numbers can give you a look at who you are based on the number day you were born. I was born on the 6th, so the 6th card in the deck is The Lovers. So siked to get this on my thigh soon, I’ve been wanting if forever.

“The archetype of The Lovers represents passion, for a person, a cause, work, nature, anything that you can find yourself totally consumed by. People who have this card as their lifetime archetype tend to feel overwhelmed by their strong emotions and beliefs, and when unable to act upon their feelings, can become frustrated, angry or depressed. You sense the Divine all around you, but sometimes it feels like an ocean of spirit and feeling that you can’t articulate about or take action on. Your intuition and instinct makes you want to rush around and do everything you can for those you care about or in performing tasks you feel worth doing, but you have a hard time channeling your passion for love and life to make your everyday life manageable. You need a funnel to provide yourself with a small stream of this Divine gift, this ocean you would like to immerse yourself in, just dealing with one small miraculous aspect of life at a time.

The Greek myth of the Labours of Psyche provides an example that reflects the nature of this card. Psyche was assigned certain tasks before she could have any hope of winning back her lover. One of them was to fill up a cup with water from a stream, almost a river, that came bursting out of a high cliff. Psyche took the cup and went to look at this wild, crashing waterfall that rushed out into the air and fell to the bottom of a great abyss. She saw no way to reach it, and even if she could, she would not have the strength to hold the cup up to this mighty stream. She felt like giving up, she could see no alternative. A great eagle flew from the sky and asked her why she was crying. She explained her predicament, and the eagle offered to help. He took the cup in his strong beak and rose up in the sky, and coming in close to the great rushing water, filled it to the brim with the clear, cool elixir that Psyche needed to take back to her taskmistress, Aphrodite, the goddess of love. She thanked the eagle for his help and carried the cup back with great care, never spilling a drop, and was able to move on to the next stage of her journey.

In mythical terms, this tale describes the feeling of trying to hold on to all the passion of the universe that wells up in our hearts and motivates us to act on our feelings and desires, but which also can knock us over or drown us with its force. The eagle, denizen of the sky, the air, represents our mental facilities and analytical skill. He can fly a straight line through the clouds and across great distances that separate us from our goals. With the Lovers as your tarot archetype, you tend to follow your heart, but also have the eagle’s keen eyesight (insight) and ability to fly straight (to go to the essence of a situation) to fulfill your hopes and dreams.

Another key element of this card, related to this duality of heart and mind that you find yourself dealing with, is the struggle of your subconscious to break into your waking consciousness. This deep intuition about and concern for those around you, as well as for the community, the world, pushes you to find ways to bring your dreams into your waking life, even when others find you impractical or over emotional about your goals. You can never be satisfied emotionally with a relationship, a job, a way of life, unless your spiritual needs are met as well. You have the ability and intuition to bring the dualities of your life together in harmony, that is the nature of The Lovers, your archetype. Trust your feelings, they are strong and true, but let your head guide you to the best practical way to accomplish your goals and show those you love how you can truly care for them.”

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Mon, 08 Apr 2013 22:17:02 -0400

Intro to The Hangers Fold: The Salt of Endor “In the...

Mon, 08 Apr 2013 20:05:03 -0400

Intro to The Hangers Fold: The Salt of Endor “In the beginning there was the end, a time called Ragnarok by those who know it. Their was death, war and turmoil, but these small woes could not prepare them, those first of The Fold. Eventually in time the wolf Skoll caught the sun, and Hati caught the moon. These two, the sons of Fenris, child of Loki unleashed their Father from Hel. With Fenris came the death of all things living and the return of all things dead. He brought with him destruction and finally at the jaws of Fenris, Odin met his doom. It was told that this would be the mark of extinction of all, but it was not.

For when Vioar, son of Odin avenged him by ripping apart the jaws of Fenris the fabric of all things did as well. Space and time tore away creating a gate to a new realm, the dead moon divided the extinguished sun leaving three hanging reminders of life once lost in the black sky. A beacon in the darkness, that called out into the void towards things unknown.

Cities crumbled, those of sound mind fled to the woods, to leave those of sickness and perversion in the ruins to rot, to live with those who were like them, the living dead. But as much as those sick wanted to leave, they wanted back what they had lost even more. Polluted by their lust for their technologies, the high class, the low class, for the comforts of what was, who they were, why they were. They became further lost in the abyss, comforted only by wandering the destroyed towers of their forgotten city. Their minds blackened, filling with tar and dirt, vengeance, the need, the need for life again. This call did not go unanswered, for in the void, in the torn fabric of space, their was something listening and waiting for such a plee. Through the dead of space it came, The White Wizard, and with him followed his servants and slaves.”

This makes me giggle

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 17:11:10 -0400

This makes me giggle

Tummler: Know what Im doing tomorrow? Solomon: What? Tummler:...

Mon, 01 Apr 2013 21:25:29 -0400

Tummler: Know what Im doing tomorrow?
Solomon: What?
Tummler: Going to an insane asylum.
Solomon: Insane asylum?
Tummler: Gonna get me a raving beauty.

Where are you?

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:45:00 -0400

It’s been a while tumblr…

Currently I’ve been working on my jewelry line, I have about 3 finished pieces and I’m pushing for 6 before I want to do a press launch (however that’s going to happen) in the beginning of summer..

I’ve also been carving like a beast on this block and am working on having 2 more blocks finished for summer, which would give me 5 for a bad ass show.

Lately I’ve been in a bit of a state… a cross roads really between the reality I’ve created in my writing and the reality I stand in at this moment. I want to get out of NYC, for how long who knows? Maybe forever, maybe a year. ~~All I know is that I feel as if this country is crashing down on me, and in order to truly know if the grass is greener I need to try.~~ It’s been really hard to come back from paradise, from living on an island to this place, this harsh reality mind fuck. I’ve still not truly adjusted, and can’t feel comfortable here because every bone in my body is screaming to get the fuck out of here.

Now the question is, do I stay in America, ~~leave my house,~~ quit my job and ~~live in my parents basement rent free to~~ finish my artwork? ~~Or do I go insane max out a credit card and move me and Phoenix to Germany and live Illegally till I get papers and then eventually get back into my art?~~

26 years old, and this is the crazy shit I come up with. hahaha.

“The Hangers Fold, It had seemed as though each day there...

Sat, 05 Jan 2013 22:14:14 -0500

“The Hangers Fold, It had seemed as though each day there were more given the rights of death, a ritual written by those long brought to the Keeper of the Black Towers. This matter of possession was one that no priestess of our time could truly fathom. The thought that a sister could delve so deep into the past that it would corrupt her mind so, well it left one with simply troubled thoughts. But this is what they want, what the creatures feasted on, the doubt, the questioning of our beliefs, the sorrow.

As we looked on our sisters into the fire she was cast, the only way to save her astral body and banish out the Greshloks that have claimed her sanity. The bottomless chalice of salt purified what could be saved of her on this plane. We chanted and prayed, giving blessing with rosemary and pine to give her strength on her journey from pain, to death, a right death, a fine death.

Finally they began their last stand, as they bore their way out of her organs they began to push upon her flesh. As they began to come into focus and could no longer hold their invisibility they began spilling out like a new born doe. They tore and shrieked as they attempted to cling to her body which twisted in agony. Our words were to strong, and our rights to true for them to continue their assault on this now empty shell.
As the demons fled and the vessel for her bones became full with the purified blood eventually her body did too flee. Bits of hair and skin singed in ash began to take in the air. Blowing through the wind, up to the ancestors who’s vessels remained saved in the Golden Hive of the Fold. The wood on which she stood popped and cracked, hissing into the night as it eventually became cinders. Eventually their was no longer any skin, any rope to hold that skin, just a pile of wooden ash and bones.

It was at this point we needed to do the final right, as the one True Priestess climbed atop the platform she began to collect what was left of our sister. The True Priestesses hands began to be stained with black as she riffled through the ashes, bits and pieces getting caught under the fine folds of her lifetimes worth of skin. Throwing what was left of the red glowing bark to the side in order to collect all she needed.

After having found the skull and the bones of the left hand she picked up the vessel which held the salt that absorbed her blood. As she walked the platform to let all see that the right had begun every sister placed their rosemary and pine into the vessel. Now bathed in her purified blood the vessel held all that she was on the astral plane, her skull would help her to understand all the universe, and her hand to point her back the way when the time came to summon her spirit once more.

As we all looked to the east to thank our ancestors for our rights and ways the suns began to rise. It was time to go gather more wood, as we had more rights to preform, more sisters to give a good and clean death. I wonder, when will the madness end, what is killing our people. “

She will go to the city, she will find the cure in a land that...

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 21:51:00 -0400

She will go to the city, she will find the cure in a land that is cursed.

DÜRER, AlbrechtDeath of Orpheus1494 Sometimes a dudes just gotta...

Sat, 21 Jul 2012 20:40:47 -0400

DÜRER, Albrecht
Death of Orpheus
1494

Sometimes a dudes just gotta get got, nah sayin?

Ever since I started my new job at the store I work at people...

Sat, 07 Jul 2012 23:55:57 -0400

Ever since I started my new job at the store I work at people keep constantly asking me where I get all my cool shit from. I finally decided to say fuck it and start making a jewelry line inspired by my work for THF. A lot of the pieces are things that are either in the actual drawings themselves or from what I believe is worn in their society. Get ready for some crazy shit, etsy site coming soon blah blah blah.

http://youtu.be/UBPT1pgByqc

TRANSFERENCE My mother growing up was raised by her 5 aunts in a...

Tue, 26 Jun 2012 01:06:46 -0400

TRANSFERENCE

My mother growing up was raised by her 5 aunts in a small victorian house. All war widowers, they had also lost their 4 brothers to the war as well. My grandmother worked day and night to try and give as much to my mother and her two sisters as she could so living with her was near impossible. My great aunts and grandmother were strong, brash German, French and Italian women. The Von Preens, to the Gina’s to the Mariani’s. All from small Gypsy roots migrating from The Black Forrest in Germany, to a small village that long ago became part of Rome in Italy, then The South of France eventually to America. They taught my mother about many things as they would unmask braided buns of hair longer then their legs for my mother and her sisters to brush.

Growing up living with my grandmother she and I eventually became close after many brutal battles dealing with her “bell” and helping her when I could. She taught me to sew, would talk to me about herbs and various things she and our family believed.

In gypsy culture a thing happens when you die, your soul can be transfered from one body to another. As my grandmother died holding my hand she told me things that I will not ever repeat. But my family became convinced I not only started to look more like her after that day, I started to act like her as well. It was in these years after her passing that I needed to start wearing glasses, took up a love of the mystical and began to get strange urges for praline ice cream…

In my writings for The Hangers Fold they are not only inspired by my insanity for the odd but actual real life events that have taken place in my time on this plain. Thus all the drawings are based on a majority of true stories. That’s a real mind fuck right there.

One of these photos is of my great aunts with my great great aunt Millie for her 89th birthday.

The other photo is a piece I’m currently working on that plays around this story with my Grandmother and ties in with the current plot line for THF. More work to come. Enjoy :)

The Virgin Suicides

Sun, 03 Jun 2012 22:54:43 -0400

The Virgin Suicides

The show at the space was a total success, thank you so much for...

Sun, 03 Jun 2012 20:48:18 -0400

The show at the space was a total success, thank you so much for all the people who came out!

Now that the lights have faided low, I’ve begun working once again on my block for my show later this summer. Heres a little sneak of what I’ve been working on..

This is the flier for my haus’s show during Bushwick Open...

Sat, 12 May 2012 19:44:57 -0400

This is the flier for my haus’s show during Bushwick Open Studios.

The last few days have been full of many trials, but I push forward. Digging my heals deeper with each step, becoming a brutal force of nature. I conjure the strength to hold my head high as I dredge these troubled waters. Death to false wizards.

I’ve been working on this large 7ftx5ft block print for the opening which is fastly approaching. I’m slightly terrified it wont be finished in time because theirs still SO MUCH to do.

For fears is the mind killer.

"Each consciousness pursues the death of the other"

Thu, 10 May 2012 01:23:03 -0400

“Hangers Fold: As she learned from the fox she began to...

Mon, 07 May 2012 23:26:00 -0400

“Hangers Fold: As she learned from the fox she began to feel herself slipping into the world of the mystics. Thoughts flew by her in waves, some seeming like seconds others like eternity. She began to understand everything, it all was making sense, she began to see as she did when she was a child, the clarity, oh heaven the clarity!

Then, a feeling of dread pasted over here, she felt her insides crashing in on themselves as if someone had tied a rope to her leg and was dragging her to the bottom of a lake. Gasping she clawed at the air, trying to reach back, back for the answers, the ones just at the tip of her tongue. So out of reach! The light was getting dimmer and dimmer. Finally she realized she was back in the cave, back in the foxes nest, but she could not see him, she couldn’t see anything. Her chest was so heavy, so thick, as if it was filled with tar and sludge. It seemed she was loosing her sight, then to her horror a blur to her burned eyes but she knew the vision before her. The foxes body lay still in the rocks. His knowledge and wisdom felt lost to her. As she gasped for breath she felt more of the dense liquid being forced into every orifice of her body.

Swirling around her the demons began their assault on her organs. In her mind she flung back and forth trying to tear them off but physically could not move. In agony they swallowed her, impregnating her with their perverse demonic magic. She knew she needed to fight for her purity, to save her soul she needed to dispel.

It sounded as if it came from the distance but she knew what she heard, it was the fox using his last bits of strength calling to her from the other side. But his words fell on deaf ears, so full of this loathing and hatred being pumped into her body she could not hear his helpful cries. She loved him for all he had done for her, but now she was in this place, this cold place, away from the stars! Their are not stars here!

She began to focus through the thralls of insanity. Panting she began to form the spell in her mind she would need to drive them out of her. As she chanted she could feel herself slipping into unconsciousness, legs up and alone. “

I have no idea where I found this picture, but I love it.

This is a Black Kyanite stone I picked up while in Kauai. After...

Sat, 05 May 2012 17:01:00 -0400

This is a Black Kyanite stone I picked up while in Kauai. After spending months with hippies and reiki healers I had to atleast get one outrageous thing for myself.

Its said that this stone is a powerful transmitter of high frequency energies, thus stimulating psychic abilities and the intution. It also helps to break through confusion and dispel anger. Weither you believe in that sort of thing or not, the beauty of this stone is pretty obvious, and saying you’re wearing a psychic necklace sounds awesome to me.

Today I finally sat and gave myself the time to sodder it into a bevel that I’m pretty happy about, nice, and gritty.

In the eve of the super moon I can’t help but be inspired...

Sat, 05 May 2012 01:27:36 -0400

In the eve of the super moon I can’t help but be inspired to create something new. Here’s a little sneak of what I’ve been working on.

A witches work is never done. Recently my haus came to the...

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 21:19:21 -0400

A witches work is never done. Recently my haus came to the conclusion of using our space as a part time gallery here in Brooklyn. I’m very excited to birth this new era and add more to my list of accomplishments here on this physical plane. The Black Lodge Gallery will be a wonderful slice of the mystical on earth. And would not be able to exist without the constant efforts of my amazing and frustrating roommates.

In other news I’ve been applying for a new job so its taken me a bit away from my work on my book and on my art. Which frankly is aggrovating as all hell. Now that the dust has begun to settle the spice must flow and I’ve begun work on some new pieces for our galleries debut for Bushwick Open Studios this June.

The above image is a carving I did for our door to let everyone know this is where the fuck we live.

If you would like to submit work for our now growing calendar please email theblacklodgegallery@gmail.com with any submission info.