Walter Crane: The Swans Maidens (1894)
why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
“whats that? Matsu-chan thinks im soooo cute?”
i was too lazy to draw shirts…
After all, it's just a sunset. Full track here
you deserve the world
sun bleached flies, ethel cain; pieta, william adolphe bouguereau
Seoul The Soloist: 'Himalayan Ambient' (2023)