L-ondina-norda-l - Hermitess

Phantom in the mirror

The healing hand.

Mötley Crüe after a show. Shout At The Devil Era. Part II.

    January 15 th, 1987     Van Nuys, 8:30 p.m.

    Today we were back in the studio, writing for the new album. I rode in on my Harley feeling all jittery and decided to stop for a small fix... Went in Denny’s on Gower and Sunset (always the classy guy!). I didn’t have a spoon, so I bought a bottle of Pepsi, threw the bottle away, kept the cap and went in their bathroom to shoot up. The shitter was disgusting - black rings and shit stains around the bowl and the unclever graffiti all over the walls...     I sat on my motorcycle helmet on the floor and filled the cap with water from the toilet. I dunno why I didn’t fill it from the sink, like any sane person would. I put the bottle cap on the toilet seat in the piss and stains, and poured coke in it. I drew it up in the syringe, washed it out in the shit water, put a little china white in the cap and cooked it, burning my fingers. I had no cottons, so I just drew it up and shot up.     The studio was fine after that... I just felt dead.

    Nikki Sixx, “The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star”.

    I hope we all understand it’s not a lure, but a warning.

Vikki Nixx aesthetic.

Do you see this too? Do you feel this softest inkling captured on stills of the movie?

Yearning for the glammy 80s

Art blocked.

Sometimes she leaves me alone, this venomous little serpent. But far more often she entwines my neck and makes me cry by her toxic whispering.

This made me think of an old art idea of mine - to draw him as a faerie... and then draw like at least ten more faerie illustrations, inspired by him, and make them into a colouring book... And when it's done and printed, send it to him.

I guess I should finish (or even better redraw) this little mermaid Jonny... As they say, Maybe Someday

But rn, I'll post him as a half finished artwork and a sketch

These two have faced a new, unfamiliar feeling. Sometimes it scares them, and the world being cold, unjust and dangerous doesn't help.

But they have their bond, they're each other's safe space and quiet harbor, and when they're locked in tight embrace the darkness out there seems to fade.

Illustration for the fic "Damned" by lyndysambora, the beginning of chapter five.