Despite my failed attempt at turning into the Black Swan this Halloween, I still had fun dressing up, gluing silver gems to my forehead, and dancing my tutu off.
Thanks to Koren for the heads up on a fantastic soiree in
Sorry Mr. Aronofsky. I should have gone with the white tights!
Koren spent a few pre-Halloween evenings at La Casa Berretta prepping her fantastic costume. The first night (and back portion of the dress) took us about four hours with fabric paint and two bottles of wine.
The following evening we were quite sober and finished the front in less than two hours. Funny that.
It was a beautiful idea. Gustav Klimt would be proud. Or perhaps he wouldn’t really care as he was a private individual and claimed himself that he wasn’t that interesting. While I do enjoy Klimt’s beloved works such as The Kiss (1907-1908)...
It's his landscapes that give me goose bumps and make me want to cry because they are too beautiful for words.
Beech Forest, 1902.
Since we’re on the topic of Halloween, and Halloween is often about scary things and horror, why not turn this discussion to an old Texas
I’m currently reading his tale Last Tuesday which is part of a collection of stories entitled Four Nails in the Coffin. There are people out there who will dismiss the idea of the horror story based on the genre alone. Come on, we all remember that bumper sticker: Minds are like parachutes, they only function when open.
Sure, these stories can be gory and gross (how he knows all the names for our individual muscles and bones is mind boggling) but Mark manages to make you care about what happens to the characters (at least the ones that live longer than two pages).
His next collection of stories, Unnatural Selection, has just been made available for purchase. This is where my shameless self promotion kicks in. Mark used one of my latest insect paintings for his cover art.
I say definitely judge this book by its cover.
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