Rex Nemorensis 3

Rex Nemorensis 2

What Destroys, Also Nourishes

What Destroys, Also Nourishes (For W.P.)

This frightens me:












His forward torso, thrust-out ass, palms of clawed hands up and out, and ear-to-ear grin on a moon face - he's predatory, bending over to snatch up his victim, but salacious too, like he's begging to get fucked. Mocking, shameless. Also, the heart plunging out from under his rib cage: a garish, puckered flower.

He also reminds me of Artemis, goddess of the Hunt and of the Moon, never to marry. Moonlight in branches draws a face, palms of clawed hand, up and out.


Thinking also of a grid reflected in a broken mirror. Delany put it better, so I set this quote aside: "leafless branches like shatter lines on the night's smoked glass."





Made this for W.P., R.I.P.

Rex Nemorensis

Rex Nemorensis (Who Vainly Struggled Against its Influence, Who Deeply Lamented His Own Liability)


I took this picture on Little Mountain in February: JCDC as moon-mad beserker, as icycle-fanged wolfman.










Was thinking about the myth of Artemis and Actaeon, prompted either by a book of Greek myths or a painting, perhaps Titian's. The hunter, Actaeon, incur's Artemis' wrath for his immodesty and curiosity. He spies on her bathing, and she punishes him by turning him into a stag.  He is devoured by his own hounds.