More attempts at Agitprop using Gimp
Tag: creativity
Kelly Ann in Hell
Really big mistake
Rudy
Reign of Trump
Agitprop
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.
The Great Wall of Meat
A unique offer
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.
Notes toward a post 2
The Alchemy of Bird Poop
The real mystery does not behave mysteriously, but speaks a secret language.
–Carl Gustav Jung
Bird poop is the Prima Materia of the opus, the alpha and omega of the great work of the philosophers. Transmuted and transfigured by the alchemical fire in the sealed retort of the adepts, the excretions of our winged brethren reveal the grand pageant of creation on the microcosmic scale. I shall endeavor to elucidate the arcana of avian excrement and thereby elevate my humble office of brush bearer to that of high art; to seek amid the white glyphs that adorn the docks a sign that might illuminate secrets of a hidden world.
Bird poop is the mother of all elements, without beginning, existent from all eternity and mixed with the handful of primal earth Adam brought forth from Eden. It is found always and everywhere. It contains the Divine presence in the obdurate whiteness of its adamantine– and often goopy–reality. It is both the beginning and end of the great work, the primal ooze from which the aspirant takes flight into the rarefied spheres of heavenly gnossis.
This post is the first in a series logging my daily circumambulation, bearing the broom of my high office. The broom is the emblem of adepts, the standard of those who seek the philosopher’s stone among the crustacean beasties that reign over the intertidal zone.
A View from the Wheelhouse 