8″ x 10″
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
-T.S. Eliot, from the opening of The Wasteland
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15″ x 20″
This one here is related to “We Got Ter Go Ter Nudder Kentry“. (easier if you have a mirror handy)
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To my surprise, the Wastrels have names. Bookoo is the girl. Cilice is the boy.
Probably because she splits herself into multiples and stashes back-ups of herself for safe-keeping. And because he wears her hair stitched into the lining of his shirt. Glad to see they’ve made amends for now. Solidarity.
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7″ x 9 1/2″
(five translations of Psalm 54:13. this relates to the wastrels in a way that will be apparent later)
13 ibi ceciderunt qui operantur iniquitatem expulsi sunt nec potuerunt stare
13 But as for me, when they were sick, My clothing was sackcloth; I humbled myself with fasting; And my prayer would return to my own heart.
13 But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.
13 But I, when they were sick– I wore sackcloth; I afflicted myself with fasting; I prayed with head bowed on my chest.
13 Yet when they were sick, I put on sackcloth and humbled myself with fasting. My prayers returned to me unanswered.
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