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i've forgotten how to write / and i've given up on speech / i can't remember how i look / or the days of the week / your love is a distant memory / along with most of my family / i'd get on my knees but i'm not allowed / even though i've forgotten how / i've forgotten how // i've forgotten how to walk / and i can't use my hands at all / i'd cross my heart & hope to die / but i'm heading for a fall / just let me go for my sanity / put me out of my misery / i'd get on my knees but i'm not allowed / even though i've forgotten how / i've forgotten how // decay, decay, decay...

lyrics from 'Forgotten Sanity' by Toni Halliday [link] & Dean Garcia formerly <b>Curve</b> from the Curve LP 'Come Clean' [link]

CREDS & STUFFThe main photo & the chandalier stock pic are mobile snapshot taken in Whitby by Celestia My ex-Love, Muse & Star in the Darkness. I took the Frost stock photo - balanced somewhat precariously on a stepladder outside our house one icy Winter morn early in 2009 - Nikon clutched in frozen fingers , squinting thru the lens at the Jack Frost paintings on the roof of a black car that someone had parked up outside. Yeah Yeah, I suffer for me art, innit ...mi-fuckin'-aow. Photomanipulation done in PS CSI amidst the fetid dust & crumbling ruins of a broken home by Photomorphearal Dark Artist, Decadent Boho Dreamer, Dead Poet & AristoCat-in-the-Hat Wraith from Outer Space Ethereal Mooncat circa June 2009. The Cobwebbed Chandalier photo was taken in The Res; during the April 2008 WGW, a time of the last twilight of happiness. The Mooncat portrait was also taken in The Res - but on the last night of the 2008 October WGW; as stormclouds gather & cracks begin to show.

Re the eventide time / place at which the main portrait pic of moi was snapped... In a spontaneous but spurious attempt to lighten the general oppressive & brooding air, I swapped hats with Azzy, who was sporting her Military look - hence the Russian naval officers cap (as far as I'm aware there's no pix of her wearing my tophat though). It was one of those ill-starred nights where our WGW Household posse (Sydeian, Azadeh, Rathial, Mooncat & Celestia) started off in seeming Good Spirits and tried to have a good time together... but everyone is troubled by something or other, and it goes pear-shaped. You probably have had such nights with friends or family yourself... where Cruel Fate takes the seperate threads of our sorrows & weaves them into a web into which we stumble like blind fools; arguments & alienations between those who should be there for each other. In this partic case this was esp true re the ex-model turned celebrated chanteuse known in the context of this virtual port as The Lady Celestia, & a certain E. Mooncat Esq., long time companions, lovers, friends & Wanderers in The Wilderness... *sighs sadly*. The only exception (perhaps) was Capt Sydeian... despite earlier reservations he seemed in Good Spirits by the end of the evening, and well up for the late night 'Troubled Inventor' photoshoot he & I had planned upon our return to our slightly surrealy located Whitby abode. In the eventuality, having just had a crystal clear glimpse of a bleak future that is now my bleak present, I felt completely fucking gutted and the prospect of staying up half the night to do a shadowy Steampunk shoot had somehow lost it's appeal. But I gave it a go. My Gentleman Steampunk Inventor / Author / Artisan / Gentleman Smuggler chum was not the only one noodling over Eccentric Experiments; I had determined (in an earlier moment of enthusiasm which seemed a 100 years ago) to illuminate the shoot w/ nothing more than a trad 40W bulb &/or a small candle... and looong exposures. To my suprise, despite the fact that I was attempting such a feat whilst tired, burnt out & down (not to mention coming down off Amp), there were, I like to think, some pleasing results: as you may judge fer yerself by clickety-clickin' 'ere... [link] . As Sydeian remarked, perhaps the mood helped conjure a similarly (and appropriatly) dark & troubled atmosphere in the photos. Quod me nutrit me destruit. Innit.


ADDITIONAL STOCK CREDS Hat doffery comin' at the following DA stock artists:

:skullbones: Smoke Brushes very cool these, a new discovery; highly recommended.
falln-stock [link]

:skullbones: Antique Text Brushes Flordelys' archaic text brushes...again! I'm addicted to them! Extracted from genuine Victorian letters & documents by the looks of them. Ultra recommended! Actually I've got loads of old letters, postcards, venerable tomes & arcane documents *waves paw around the Clockpunk Chaos of the parlour of the Crumbling Edifice of Chateau Chatluna w/ a half-hearted feline flourish*. The frame on this pic is actually a scan of one of the old postacards (circa 1920), with the picture cut out in PS & replaced with the main ID edit. I must learn how to make abr brushes... when someone is kind enuff to explain it to me! *hint hint*
flordelys-stock [link]

:skullbones: Stain : derived from original stock by autumnsgoddess-stox This stock pic is full of various splodges & splatters - useful for such occasions that splodges & splatters are called for;recommended.
autumnsgoddess-stox [link]

:skullbones: 11111100 font by Mark Ponton
Can’t find a link for this chap (I think he was a DA stock artist but the account used his netname - which also seems to have got lost in the quagmire maze of this computer). If anyone has a link, purrrrlease let me know so I can include it in these creds. Fabulously wild & wacky font this (also used on The Song of Persephone). Altho on the down side, not much diff betwixt small letters & caps; recommended



The above image is copyright Ethereal Mooncat 2009 and is marked with a visible watermark (dated 2008 in ref to the original photo) & invisible digital copyright info. So get yer paws off unless you have requested & obtained authorisation for useage! *momentarily emerges from shadows in the far corner of the viewers room, extends jaggy claws & bares fangs with an ethereal cat-hiss, then melts back into the inky black as if was almost a figment of your imagination. Almost, but not quite... :mwahaha:

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:iconwinterdruidess:
very nice

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Ana Isabel/Dharieth

We are not Human beings living a Spiritual Experience. We ARE Spiritual beings living a Human experience

Mi website: anaisabel.org
Dûr: durarts.com
:iconethereal-mooncat:
It wasn't. Obviously.

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Quod me nutrit me destruit... :sadangel:
:iconwinterdruidess:
pardon???

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Ana Isabel/Dharieth

We are not Human beings living a Spiritual Experience. We ARE Spiritual beings living a Human experience

Mi website: anaisabel.org
Dûr: durarts.com
:iconethereal-mooncat:
*sighs wearily* try reading the 'artists comment'... that woritz there for, innit.

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Quod me nutrit me destruit... :sadangel:
:iconwinterdruidess:
my comment was about what I think of the image... not related about any comment you might have add to it.

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Ana Isabel/Dharieth

We are not Human beings living a Spiritual Experience. We ARE Spiritual beings living a Human experience

Mi website: anaisabel.org
Dûr: durarts.com
:iconethereal-mooncat:
Yes, I sussed that... Thanks. I shouldn't perhaps have written such a curt retort - it's kind of you / people in general to leave comments of any sort. But imagine yourself in this scenario, if you will :

Let's suppose you've spent hours, days even, creating your latest piece of artwork / music / creative expression of some sort... and you've put something of yourself into it, to give it substance, because that's what you do with every piece, because - if it's not a commercial commission (and sometimes even if it is) that's the point of doing such things... innit?

This piece (like most of the others) is multi layered... and I'm not just talking PSD layers... y'know? You've poured Heart & Soul into it. On some levels it expresses purely personal stuff, that would only makes sense to you & those close to you... (and, if - as in this case - the work aludes in part to actual ppl & events those ppl who were there at that time/ place). On other levels it's universal, or rather it seeks to explore & express the dichotomies of Human Existance - so it's relevant to many other ppl, maybe even everyone.

Oh, and finally lets suppose this peice expresses / explores / whatevers tragic events & existential angsts - of a personal and/or universal nature.

So.... metaphotricaly speaking you've just drawn & written a message in your own lifeblood, put it in a virtual bottle & thrown it into the Ocean of the Internet *splash... bob bob bob*

Time passes....

Then lets imagine someone happens by, fishes it out of the Ocean & glances briefly at this blood stained bit of Heart & Soul and remarks : "Hmmm, very nice" as if it were nought but a piece of eyecandy, a bit of vaguely entertaining throwaway fluff to be consumed & discarded.

How would you feel / react, I wonder, in such a scenario?


BTW, I underlined "drawn & written" above because I make little or no distinction in my work between words & images (the 'deviation' & the 'artists comment' in this case). To paraphrase the eloquent way Cocteau once put it : it's a matter of tying & untying a continuous line - I tie the line up to conjure words or untie it to conjure images. OK, so technicaly maybe it's stretching the anology a bit to apply that to digital-based art... but the principal is exactly the same, as far as I'm concerned. So the words aren't, as you put it, 'comments I've added to an image', stuff that's been tacked on... it's an intergral part of the Piece. In my other online galleries / actual hard copy portfolio that word part is usually missing - only here on DA does my work appear in it's complete form.

I have been accused of (amongst many other things!)being Obscure. It may be rather fashinable in Dark Culture circles to be obscure, but generaly that is not my intent. On some levels I do veil things, but generally my work is not particularly obscure... it's usually more a case of the viewer looking at it in a superficial, speed-surf stylii. Anyone of reasonable intelligence who bothers to take a little time to look with open eyes, & consider with an open mind, should find some / most of the veils lifting.

I make zero apology for my work requiring a little time / effort to connect with (a mere fraction of the time I put in to creating it, I might add!). One of the underlying themes / concepts of most of what I do is a reaction against & hi-lighting of Socio-Economic Norms that detract from the individuals right to Freedom, Expression & Evolution, and further the aims of fat-cat politico control-freak Illumanati types... the classic example being Consumer Culture, with it's emphasis on Conveniance over Content, Fluff over Substance. The technology & sociology of the Net can all too easily lead to us being sucked into Superficiality, to viewing images or sounds like disposable Consumer products. It's possible, to skim surf thru a thousand images in an hour... but as a consequence we can end up forgeting how to pause & connect with any of those images.

To me, cutting thru the crap that the mainstream feeds us & connecting with what's Real (whether it's physicaly real, or real only in an imaginative or virtual sense is inconsequental) is what being an Artist is about.

It's what being Alt is really about.

It about Fuck the System - Be Yourself :peace:

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Quod me nutrit me destruit... :sadangel:
:iconbinarylime:
absolutely cool. wish i had more to say, but that is what is what comes to mind when i see it... makes me want to march in line.

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"I love the image of Anorexia starving herself to death..." - JkB
:iconethereal-mooncat:
Thank you. :tea:

Oh really? Personaly I always prefer to take the first oppurtunity to slip out of line and - as the dreary sound of marching receeds into the distance - go prrrrrrowling orf down Tangent Alley; until I reach The Wildwood of Whimsy, were one can kick off ones boots & go a-wandering, over green grass & under taangled trees, disapearing from sight amidst the velvet shadows & irridescant pools of light 'neath a haunted moon. Or something.

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Quod me nutrit me destruit... :sadangel:

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