Category: macabre

  • Mannequin and Doll Musing

    Mannequin and Doll Musing

    It’s the startlingly lifelike mannequin that has been standing at the shop’s window for the past 85 years. According to local legends, the mannequin is in fact the preserved, mummified corpse……

  • URNS Dilemma

    URNS Dilemma

    URNS Check this out: These are on display in the corner of my cellar. The four of them, (two pets, two people) have been on display for some time now. I know it’s a bit of a macabre theme but go with it. Think of this as a pre-Halloween blog or something. It’s become a dilemma,…

  • Between hell and hopelessness: Works In Progress

    Between hell and hopelessness: Works In Progress

    I don’t understand it. Am I taking the weight of the woeful world’s troubles on and internalizing it? Lately I’ve had trouble seeing the positive side of things. I won’t mention the bullying, cruelty and atrocious acts I’m referring to here, but you have access to media; you know what I mean. Even if I…

  • Is It Profound or Is It Poop?

    Is It Profound or Is It Poop?

    Have you heard about the tiny skeletons appearing on the streets of Mexico? Urban artist Isaac Cordal can tell you about them. He created them. The following quote is from his website, which has a link following this blog: “These small sculptures contemplate the demolition and reconstruction of everything around us. They catch the attention…

  • Emotions With No Name

    Where can you find the remains of a giraffe, an upright dining table, a claw hand and silver bars worth millions (all in the same place)? Underwater, in NYC, that’s where. Weird finds in New York’s waterways are the inspiration for fictional stories on a “digital journal” called Underwater New York. But I’m more interested…

  • Some of Crows’ and Ravens’ Roles in Fairy Tales and myth and Literature

    Some of Crows’ and Ravens’ Roles in Fairy Tales and myth and Literature

    I think of ravens and crows interchangeably. I can’t help it; I just do. Ravens are bigger in size although there are other differences too; like their voices. Supposedly the crow can say ‘uh-huh’, ‘caw’, ‘eh-aw’, ‘kow’, ‘aww’, and sound real nasal, whereas the raven is harsher and says things like ‘kraa’, or it makes…

  • Comparing Luigi to the Voynich find, a look at two of the weirdest outsider art books ever!

    Comparing Luigi to the Voynich find, a look at two of the weirdest outsider art books ever!

    Imagine writing and illustrating a book so bizarre (but intriguing) that decades later people are still drawn to it and NO ONE has been able to decode the secret language you made up, nor are they able to understand what your mind boggling illustrations mean?! Hey that’s a feat, eh? Look at one of the…

  • 1886 to 1900: Four Accidents In the Ct News

    1886 to 1900: Four Accidents In the Ct News

    I share with you here some archived ‘accidents’ as they appeared in a local newspaper circa 1886-1900. I love the superfluous language used in the articles. I find them interesting, and hope you too will. The pictures I added are typical of the period but entirely random. They don’t depict the disaster victims. In some…

  • Bacteria: Who’s in Charge?

    Bacteria: Who’s in Charge?

      “Happiness and bacteria have one thing in common; they multiply by dividing!” ― Rutvik Oza “A person’s a person, no matter how small.” ― Dr. Seuss, Horton Hears a Who! Does that apply to microbes, pray tell? 90% of the cells within us are not ours; they’re microbes.’ Demodex mites frolic amongst our eyelashes, peacefully eating dead…

  • Where are The Night Gallery Paintings now?

    Where are The Night Gallery Paintings now?

    Who remembers the old series “The Night Gallery,” hosted by Rod Serling of Twilight Zone fame? In the beginning of each show, Serling did some opening intro dialogue in an art gallery setting setting. He’d unveil a macabre looking painting, that depicted the show’s storyline. You can see this show in reruns on the MEtv channel, which…

  • Oil Slick Harbingers and Colorblind Crooner

    Years ago, before my husband’s diagnosis of ALS, there were subtle signs; harbingers if you will, that times were going to be changing. We were at a grocery store. I live close to the eastern coastline and department store parking lots are often filled with seagulls that scavenge for french fries. They’re drawn in by…