Opera storyboard–Damnation of Drumph continued. The libretto is being structured along the lines of Seven against Thebes by Aeschylus and the Tibetan Book of the Dead. Both offer a mandala structure wherein malign spirits/afflictions are countered by their corresponding wisdoms. The southern gate of the citadel/temenos is besiged by greed, and defended by its antidote, charity. At the northern gate, the spiritual form of Justice battles it’s nemisis. This structure originates in ancient memory systems worldwide, and is a pedantic admonition as well as key to an ancient, esoteric knowledge. Blake said we should attribute sin not to individuals, but to spiritual states. This brings us back to Drumph, whose occupancy of the Whitehouse is an ambiguous limbo–both protection from Justice as well as incarceration itself. The images are drawn from Giotto’s Virtues and Vices in the Arena Chapel. Only after photographing the collage did I recognize it’s resemblance to a Tarot spread.

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The Entombment of Drumph–Storyboard continued. Malignia’s lament echoes over the Bedminster Cemetary, haunting the gravedigger’s toil. Manuel sings of the old days when the tremendous tomb of Drumph was being raised high above the 18th green, and the townsfolk grieved under the oppressors yoke to produce the ultimate reality show–Death. But who can emerge unscathed from the Plutonic realm?

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Agitprop

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I’m working on memes as agitprop.  Agitprop was word to describe the work of Soviet Revolutionaries like Rodchenko and Tatlin.  Their posters used yellow, red, and black to emblazon the Moscow streets with angular anger and stark imagery of class struggle.

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A unique offer

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I am humbly offering a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for students of abysmal aesthetics to hone their non-existent skills and cultivate their wretched taste.  Learn to smash the grim Archons of professionalism with time-honored techniques of subterfuge as practiced by Dadaist, Surrealist, and Situationist non-artists.

Perhaps such a claim may sound presumptuous on my part, but I assure you–if you apply yourself with courage and fortitude, you too can become a master of bad art.