Subtle new entry at Rejectamentalist Manifesto.
& speaking of the weird, Eleanor Crook’s astounding sculpture here. (Thanks, Lara.) My favourite–if that’s the right word–is “Eustache”. I wouldn’t want Eustache within a mile of me at night. If I found that he was, I would move house without further thought. That said, I can’t stop looking at him. Futile attempts at denial include work on a short story I used to think of as disturbing but which now appears full of comfort.
He wouldn’t be interested in anything as unsubtle as dismemberment I think, Mike. More he’d sit on a pile of dirty clothes and suck his teeth occasionally while refusing to watch you as you slept.
Dismemberment ?
I rather like Scorched Edwardian, at least the first photograph of that piece. Our history in these Isles since about 1905 feels a bit like that. Harry is also appealing, if you like: the close-up in the third image reminds me of many a postgraduate in full flow after about the third pint (quite unaware that the bottom is dropping out of their world).