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Posts tagged “Cthulhu

Day 3 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)

The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 3)

Day 2 (The Ten Days of Cthulhu)

Well more appropriately, night 2, I guess these should be “the ten nights of Cthulhu”

The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 2)

The bright blue window behind me belongs to a dude working in his garage; we’re wondering how many nights before he comes over and asks what’s going on.

My bro seems hellbent on being as frightening as possible – as frightening as one can be holding a plush Cthulhu. Not gonna write a whole lot about these at this point, I sorta wanna see how the series plays out over the next week.

the beach

The Beach (The Pilgrimage of Memory)

New work; it’ll be a touch on the long side, 140″x36″, and that could be approaching … difficult, hanging-wise.  I am open to suggestions. I wonder if you can get glass that long.

Something of a start of an exploration of memories that don’t exist, through a pilgrimage to somehow make them exist. The series will expand/extend from Crossroads to a fair degree.


The Ten Days of Cthulhu (Day 1)

Just a working title, will probably change if the next sets hammer themselves into some kind of series. Bit of a flexible exploration of a single space, over a fixed duration, colliding two separate conceptual histories I like to play with – the Hoodoo crossroads ritual, and H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu mythos. Complete with plush Cthulhu effigy.

The Ten Days of Cthulhu (ok… sorta eleven)

I have spent the last couple of weeks writing, submitting, and then recovering from a rather heavy job application, to which apparently over a hundred people have applied, so I can only pray I get an interview. I also got another rather large print finished, which I’ll post here shortly.

In other news – welcome to the Ten Days of Cthulhu, an unofficial holiday that might have been made up by someone else already, but I’m at least highlighting here and to some degree claiming it as my own.

In H.P. Lovecraft’s The Call of Cthulhu, the principle character encounters a young artist who, during the period of March 23rd to April 2nd, 1925, dreams endlessly of the sunken city of R’lyeh, where the ancient one, Cthulhu, slumbers in waiting. Many others at this time share the same nightmares, culminating when suddenly this artist takes to a feverish coma of sorts – and when, halfway around the globe, certain other dread happenings raise R’lyeh to the surface and awaken the elder god from his sleep.

So, to celebrate, apart from some other dorky revelry involving a Lovecraft-inspired board game and a good deal of reading, I do believe I will take it upon myself to engage in a ‘durational project’ involving a bizarre fusion of crossroads rituals and Cthulhu mythos. It could be wacky.

“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn.” (“In his house at R’lyeh dead Cthulhu waits dreaming.”)

And I have a couple other applications to get done. So who knows what will come out of this ten/eleven days of darkness! Enjoy!