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0.29 | ZenSkull | Nazareth Garcia

Nazpintora@gmail.com

www.nazgarciaart.com

 

ARTIST BIO

Nazareth Garcia is a Chicago based artist who grew up in the Northern Suburbs. She graduated with a BFA in fine arts at the American Academy of Art. She brings awareness to human and non-human beings who do not have a voice and attempts to honor them through her meticulous and detailed work.

 


 


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0.28 | Forbidden | Yoshiyasu Horino

 

Yoshiyasu took this photo in Japan. There’s something sad and creepy about police tape being wrapped around old decayed swing sets. Not sure I want to know whether or not a crime was committed there, or someone was severely injured by outdated swing sets…dunno but the child in me can’t help but lament at the sight of broken swing sets. Oddly feels like broken memories , or broken childhood.-DV

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0.27 | Siren | Nazareth Garcia

Nazpintora@gmail.com

www.nazgarciaart.com

 

Siren


Nothing quite like a 1950’s style pin-up mermaid. I love the details on every scale and the hair. It’s so textured I feel like if I reach out to touch it I can feel the cold rough scales under my fingertips. I suppose no matter how old I get, I will always hope that mermaids are real.  -DV


ARTIST BIO

Nazareth Garcia is a Chicago based artist who grew up in the Northern Suburbs. She graduated with a BFA in fine arts at the American Academy of Art. She brings awareness to human and non-human beings who do not have a voice and attempts to honor them through her meticulous and detailed work.


“I think an important possession that anyone can have is a journal they own. I’ve always wanted to be the kind of person to write in a journal and jot down all of my thoughts, worries, dreams and goals. For some reason I could never put myself to it. I see that words don’t come easy for me as it does for others. I felt like my vocabulary was so limited and i had a hard time trying to expand it. Later on in my life I realized that I had been building my own journal this whole time and that was through my sketchbooks.  Doodling was my vocabulary and i didn’t need to search for the perfect word and worry about it being in the correct context because when i create a form the whole word is mine to imagine. This is when I found comfort in Zen-doodling. I found a rhythm, and without judgment, I let the invisible lines in my mind became real. The patience and meticulous details I added into these sketches soon became a work process that I used later on in many of my other pieces of work. It became my own form of relaxation and meditation. I feel the most “Zen” in these times.” -Nazareth Garcia

0.26 | Lust (Backside) | Atsuhito

Link  below is to his other piece by the same name “Lust” but the front side of  his imagined female body.

0.23 |Lust (Front Side)| Hand-made by Atsuhito

http://atsuhito.deviantart.com/


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I’m still shocked that he created these pieces from his mind and not from a model. He made it very clear indeed that he loves ass when some how the conversation in the bar settled on our choice of desires. We’re both lovers of the beautiful peach shaped ass. “I could eat a peach for hours~”  -DV

0.25 | Oyako | Yoshiyasu Horino

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Horino’s hobby of photography is quite beautiful and though the photo he took isn’t very Ero-guro, it all depends on how you look at it, and what story you give the photo. I imagine a world in which the mother and child we see are spirits trapped forever at this station forever waiting for the train to carry them home.

At any rate, his photographs of his homeland Japan make me sentimental and so I’m sharing them-DV

 

0.24| Seenone | Nazareth

Seenone


Nazpintora@gmail.com

www.nazgarciaart.com


Artist Bio:

Nazareth Garcia is a Chicago based artist who grew up in the Northern Suburbs. She graduated with a BFA in fine arts at the American Academy of Art. She brings awareness to human and non-human beings who do not have a voice and attempts to honor them through her meticulous and detailed work.


Artist’s Own Words:

“I think an important possession that anyone can have is a journal they own. I’ve always wanted to be the kind of person to write in a journal and jot down all of my thoughts, worries, dreams and goals. For some reason I could never put myself to it. I see that words don’t come easy for me as it does for others. I felt like my vocabulary was so limited and i had a hard time trying to expand it. Later on in my life I realized that I had been building my own journal this whole time and that was through my sketchbooks. Doodling was my vocabulary and i didn’t need to search for the perfect word and worry about it being in the correct context because when i create a form the whole word is mine to imagine. This is when I found comfort in Zen-doodling. I found a rhythm, and without judgment, I let the invisible lines in my mind became real. The patience and meticulous details I added into these sketches soon became a work process that I used later on in many of my other pieces of work. It became my own form of relaxation and meditation. I feel the most “Zen”  in these times. “-  Nazareth Garcia


All I can say is this form of expression is something I wish I could do well. I’ve seen images like these in dreams I’ve had, but I can only put them into words, with Naz, she puts down her feelings into unabashedly grotesque human images that are a part of life and yet so often is ignored, avoided and even feared.   Her style is very much the essence of what I feel the art form of Ero-Guro  embodies in this current generation. I hope to see more of her works in the future. -DV

0.23 |Lust (Front Side)| Hand-made by Atsuhito

Atsuhito is self taught, he began making paper masks and other pieces from his imagination.

Check his DeviantArt page here:  http://atsuhito.deviantart.com/



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Atsuhito has honed his craft over the years to suit his own artistic vision. It was in Osaka, Japan the first time I saw Atsuhito’s works on display on the walls of a oddity/mystic themed bar called Kingu. The bar was a darkly lit, smoky from incense and cigars, and filled with artist/oddballs and lonely souls. I got up the courage to ask Atsuhito about his work and was amazed that Atsuhito was self taught and that he used paper to create these often life-like shapes and masks. He let me touch this particular piece because I was babbling on that it had to be real human skin. I was sadly disappointed as I inspected it and found it to be in fact made from paper and not some poor woman’s flayed and preserved skin.-DVlust_by_atsuhito-d6p16p6

 

0.22 |Gold Man | Delise Vann

そこには腕時計をした黄金の男が立っていた
過ぎ去った過去の道には、未だ絶えない往来が続く
時計の針が真夜中を刺した
その男は冷たくなった
石の男
狂気の男
死んだ男
その時計だけは道に残された

There a goldman  stood with a watch on his arm

The traffic passing by on a bygone freeway.

The clock struck twelve .

Midnight

He became a coldman

A stone man

A madman

A deadman

And all that was left was his watch on the road.


Translating English prose poems into Japanese with my crude language skills.-DV

0.21 |明日は来ない | Yoshiki Katayama | Translation | Denavious Hoover

歌詞 |「明日は来ない」

 街の雑踏がそこまで来てる

何も知らない若者が叫んでる

 誰もかれもがその足を急ぎ  

さびれた信号機に文句を言ってる 

 きっとそうさ明日は来ない          

 東京の中心で太ったおっさんが          

熱く汗をかきながら叫んでいるうちに

農家は畑を焼かれて頬を濡らして  

僕たちはいつも何かをぬすまれてる 

きっとそうさ明日は来ない 

きっとそうさ明日は来ない 

いつの間にか僕らの空は

 ミサイルが飛び交って

黒く淀むだろう

それでも僕らは  

結局いつもの 

変わらない毎日を過ごすのだろう

同級生のあいつはあの国で死んだ 

隣の家のあの人はミサイルで死んだ 

きっとそうさ明日は来ない 

きっとそうさ明日は来ない  


Lyric Translation | Unrequited Tomorrow

It’s come to this, the hustle and bustle of the streets

Without their whereabouts, the youth are crying out

All carried atop racing feet

As the rusted traffic signals blink a silent dissent

Unrequited tomorrow, surely that’s the way it is

In downtown Tokyo an overweight middle-age man

Sweats as he screams out in lust

While a countryside farmer cheeks run wet over the scorched croplands

We’ve all been robbed of something we’ll never see

Unrequited tomorrow,

surely that’s the way it is surely that’s the way it is,

Unrequited Tomorrow

Before we know it the blue expanse above

Will probably be filled with missiles errantly darting to and fro

Depositing imperial black

But even so

Until the end we

Live our everyday, like none that hasn’t been seen

You, my classmate, killed by such a country

The people who live next door, killed by those missiles

Unrequited tomorrow,

surely that’s the way it is

surely that’s the way it is,

an Unrequited Tomorrow


Haikarahakuchi( はいからはくち) |

Live Performance of  Ashita wa konai 

(Unrequited Tomorrow) or Tomorrow isn’t coming

https://youtube.be?V4Ic29NyZR

Yoshiki | @mirror_henry

彼のツイッターをフォローして

ライブの日程をチェックして是非ライブを見に行ってください。

日本の色々な所で活動しています

Follow him on Twitter to find out about local gigs  he performs around Japan.


 

書いた理由 | Yoshiki | 明日は来る。そんな当たり前のような事に惑わされて本当の物が見えなくなっているんではないだろうか。明日というのは、今日、今、起こる全てによって変わる、想定する明日は必ずしも来ない。もし、戦争が起こったらなど戦争を知らない僕が言うのもおかしな事だが、人々の生活は変われども日々は変わらないのではないだろうか、笑って、泣いて、怒って、しかし、隣人や同級生が死んでも不思議に思わないそんな今じゃ考えられない事が普通になる明日になるかもしれない。
そんな風に明日という不明確なものについて書いてみたくなった次第だ。

When I asked Yoshiki the intent of the song he said that he wrote the song with images and memories of  Japan’s experience first hand with war and nuclear war mixed with the current situation  of  wars distant from Japan, but might possibly reach Japan in the future.  That he  felt that despite horrors of war, humans still manage to live day by day, still laughing, crying, fighting despite no knowing what tomorrow may bring. -Delise Vann


Personal Note | Delise Vann: What I’ve noticed about many young Japanese musicians writing lyrics now, they aren’t too concerned with political or risqué topics because it doesn’t make you rise to stardom instantly like pop bands do.  Also in Japan’s sugar pop obsessed culture, Yoshiki’s  loud dirty punk style is considered to be too old school and offensive, and at times disturbing.   And that’s exactly the way he wants it, honest, gritty and as human as it gets. As a fellow writer and poet, I appreciate that Yoshiki writes his own lyrics and then sings them, because then the raw emotions are true to their words.

 

 

 

 

0.20 | On Earth as it is in Heaven | Delise Vann

Don’t take my sky away.

Like a frozen over sea

I’m too afraid to go into you.

Surely I will die,

a sharp, painful, numbing death.

The stars dim, blending in

with the black sky.

Please don’t take my sky away,

like some ruler of the universe.

You promised me the moon,

then gave the stars to another.

The sun you saved for yourself.

Don’t take my sky away.

You wanted to have the

sun and moon converge

to become one.

No, seeing this impossibility,

you knew we’d never be.

Drifting alone in an endless frozen black sea

is this Earth, Space?

Cold stars reflecting, penetrating me

leaving me bleeding and hollow.

My sky stolen,

and my love forsaken on Earth.


I loved someone too dearly, and instead after taking my love, they vanished leaving me alone broken and lost.  Be careful who you give your power to in life.