_lordleviathan_

Two more days....

Wed, 11 May 2005 16:02:06 GMT

I’m preparing to transport the part and then re-built the whole thing tomorrow…cross your fingers (inverted)!

I'm also putting up a little thing for Zax-O-Phone and it's future offspring

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Satanic Decompression Chamber - compressing !

Wed, 04 May 2005 17:23:49 GMT

"Thought is without a constant formation, so is water; the ability to think by adapting and changing is called genius."
Aleister Crowley

Zax-O-Phone is pressed, labeled and sent to the necessary judges along with the two bit theoretical piece.
There has been a major screw up with one of my films. After having to find out my latest film was ruined I did another and ‘safely’ let it be developed. The damn screwballs fucked up the negatives becaue they took them for colors and then fondled them – scratching them horribly!
So I had to hassle for photo paper and chemicals, find a way into the dark room from which I, and my entire class has been banned form (some dumb ass actually poured his fix into the new 10l of developer!!!)
Allot of panic, obstacles and fine print had to be overcome.
But my sneakiness has prevailed now all we have to do is WORK our accesses off and HOPE it all comes together before the jury. And, o-yes should it all go according to desire, there is still the nice fact it has to be taken apart (each piece) and transported to be re-constructed. I hope the damage won’t be too bad!

Zax-O-Phonia

Wed, 04 May 2005 17:15:47 GMT

Walpurgis !

I’m putting the final touches on the package, booklet and cover of Zax-O-Phone…. Just a few more copies tomorrow and their off to the external jury for a (bad) taste.
Overt he past few days, sleep depravation and obsession have allowed me to ‘dream-charge’ the effect of Zax-O-Phone. It is indeed a crude, but (dis)infective piece of KaOtIc MaGiCk !

Jury 2 - review or 'moehoehahahahah'

Mon, 28 Mar 2005 14:32:15 GMT

Well come to think of it, there is little to say, it didn’t just go as I hoped, it went better !
With a 81.5 /100 I am again the top ranking student in my jury department.
And the most bizarre thing is that I was told I had explained everything compressed exellently , and calmly… that’s a first lol

2nd Jury Fever

Wed, 16 Mar 2005 16:42:06 GMT

Tomorrow is my second Jury – what a pickle that should be.

Today I gave my mentor a first-isten to four preliminary Zax-O-Phone tracks. It wasn’t half as bad as I had thought it to be, after I had to boost her laptop with some speakers I ‘borrowed’ from the administrative station.
To my surprise the crudely fashioned ‘Nina Grinder’ came out wit ha ‘oooooh’ and my precious ‘ Odis’ was remarked to be in danger of sounding like a Spookshow.

O-well, I bet I’m gonna scare t he shit out of the dozing jury members tomorrow LOL !
I think I will make quite an impression, as I have got some nice material up my sleeve…two logbooks full of sketshes ,(most students have about 10 pages I have about 110) , four nearly finished track on my sub-project, a small scale model, pictures on disk and of course my testament of dyslexia – my nearly 50-page theoretical piece which could be used to either demolish me or exalt me with .

The firs jury was basically logbook 1 and my verbal dabbling which held the odds , now my attention is scattered over a bigger plateau and my props my boos my confidence – but they might be used to attack me with as well. We shall see.
The tricky part will be the downsizing of my first presentation. Since two jury members had already left the premises before I arrived I have to re-cap the whole thing. This will leave a relatively untrained speaker to find a balance with which he can inform the new jury while not boring the original members…. And this all in less than 10 minutes or so ….tricky

Theory Put 2 Practice ( Magic(K) ?)

Wed, 09 Mar 2005 18:32:19 GMT

The theoretical piece of the Satanic Decompression Chamber is due tomorrow. Lillith and I slaved over the computer all of my birthday-weekend to correct my o-so-dyslectic writings. And after my computer played a number of mean tricks ome I finally got the fucker printed.

Still errors have sneaked into the 47-page work. I will make a second edition as an attachment.

I am tired, and await a new Jury, more gruelling than the first no doubt….
In the meantime I have resumed my experiments for ZaXO-Phone with the Walpurgis baby and other mad laughter producers…

Geometric Madness ~( in practice)

Sun, 13 Feb 2005 13:44:46 GMT

The better part of the past week has been a whirlwind of crucial decisions I have been shoving aside in hope of a day of clearer vision. However the clock ticks time away and there are, unfortunately timelines to be met if my ambitions are to be executed.

Lay-outs have driven me so mad that they practically started to bleed from my nose and ears – eventually simplicity won over half-baked experiments because, due to a series of interference’s, I’m now dependant of factors out of my direct control.

Keep your finger crossed (upside down).

But, between all the mishaps, communication failures and absent mentors, my beloved other half stepped in to relieve my nerves.

Akhkharu Lilith can really enjoy the creation of geometric contraptions – to an extend which I find totally incomprehensible . The forging on the Chaos Star on the S.D.C’s altar was not a one man job. – Nor was it a two man job, it was a pair’s job. Lilith and I have slaved over 5 hour (minor breaks subtracted) over the (truly) infernal star.

Much thanks to her!

And o-yes due to the blockade of (un)fortunate events – bureaucrats, germs and e-bugs seemed to have conspired into hold off the editing of the S.D.C book – which is due (way to) soon !

Thus the semi-dyslectic KaOsIeR was given much needed assistance in editing the S.D.C book by his beloved Lilith.

There is still much work to be done, but it is really taking shape, and that is gratifying.

(more appropriate pictures are to appear soon)

Wed, 02 Feb 2005 20:07:55 GMT

Project ZaX-0-phone

ZaX-0-phone is the title of a sub-project of the Satanic Decompression Chamber. In a way it is a soundtrack to the S.D.C but, is has very little to do with music. Instead of melody there is disruption, abrasive chances and the noises which are generated are those of random banality torn out of context and reason to form an alternative discordant sound.

It will not require the forming of a ‘band’ – it only requiems sounds and voices of my own selection. No actual instruments will be used for this edition (exempt perhaps a few seconds of unplugged electric guitar)

Zax-O-phone is an experiment with no ambitions of beauty or lack thereof, it requires no taste or approval. It’s purpose is to resonate on and off the S.D.C and function an audio companion, a virus to the ears – the artificial evocation cycles.

I will now begin to tamper as bad I can(t) and will hopefully have a result which remotely resembles to the roaring in my mind. We shall see.

The real challenge is finding individuals whom wants and actually can pronounce the texts which I will present them with.

If the product is finished I might make a limed edition for sale. Likely the www.satanicroom.com will be the most logic place of distribution.

HS!

It stands !!!!

Sat, 29 Jan 2005 16:05:50 GMT

Behold, saith the exhausted builder...

The structure stands, the wall are virgins ready to to be come monsterous whores of emotions.

NOTE; for those ofd you who are lucky enough not to know what I'm talking about; it's 'the black thingys'
The table in the center is still bare and is yet to be treated by my twisted hands. There is still much more work to do !

Thu, 06 Jan 2005 20:27:40 GMT

I'm nearing the end of the painting of my Satanic Decompression Chamber - 12 liters of black paint and a scorched longue (very toxic metal products) later I am tired, broke, but hopefull.

People say that curiosity killed the cat, but they forget that the cat has 9 lives…

Update - on Satanic Room photography section

Mon, 03 Jan 2005 19:48:05 GMT

There are two new pictures conserning the Construction of the Satanic Decompression Chamber on www.satanicroom.com
just look at my photography works...

Baconium part 1

Mon, 03 Jan 2005 17:56:11 GMT

It (painting) can be as violent as fucking, like an orgasm or an ejaculation. The result is often disappointing, but the process is highly exciting.

- Franicis Bacon

Let us shake the cripple hands of the S.D.C as it's 'painter' nibbles at it's hand.

A Hollow Day Treason But Still Beyond the Bore Score

Sun, 19 Dec 2004 15:43:55 GMT

Today I ‘modified’ events so that I might glimpse upon the points given by my Jury.
There seem to be done allot of adding and subtracting and re-forming with those grades as they give an /20 , /30 and a /30 which is then reduced to a /100 score total.
Since there was o-so-little (re)action after my presentation I was somewhat occupied with doubts.
But as it turns out I got a 77.5/100 which is not only the best of my department but also the best of all (however C. Schröder, who’s photographic work I admire quit allot got a 77/100 , a detail but hey, it makes me more happy ) but the best or (perhaps second best (give and take half a percentage) ) of all jury presentation !
Not to bad for an asocial ‘freak’ eh…

If you read my previous entry you may have noticed that one jurymen was rather conspicuous due to his spontaneous ‘fascination’ with Giger. –Guess what, his fascination was negative. The man whom I thought woul be the most open turned out to be quit a hypocrite. Not only did he not listen to my presentation but he also didn’t even look at my logbook ! (Which contains all my research, and progress and is therefor most reflective)
In the process he also failed to hear that I said that Diabolus Rex was an inspiration to my work for the idea behind his earlier work (sculptures’ Necro Art’ ) and not for his Giger inspired airbrush paitings. He Giger book was brought to my presentation , (along with all of LaVey’s book as some others) as an illustration to my research. – I brought the damn book on request of my mentors whom employed me to bring whatever I could and try to be a thurow as possible. It turns out I was , yet if you grab the first thing you see and stop listening you may get quit a disfigured image of the word as a whole !

This reminds of my beloved’s final work, she had used Giger as one of her key inspirations… but hey, for some reason certain teachers abandon each grin of objectivity and fall back on their own, petty, small-minded tastes (or lack thereof). They actually tried their hardest to boycott her entire word on that ground.
In the end it matters not what dusty title abusers file as their decree, in the end it is the artist whom determines the force of the work and it is he/she whom is the only one whom needs to proud of the work.
Of course, in this case, a diploma is (partly) attached to the work so, that complicates matters…

I’m proud on my result so far but, I do keep in mind that cockiness may lead to slacking and that something I want to avoid at all cost. Good is good, excellent is excellent, I’m going for excellent if it’s possible ! ; -)

First Jury !

Sun, 19 Dec 2004 15:42:03 GMT

First Jury – my real worry was the timeline…

Today was a significant day for me. It was the day on which my first jury was to take place, the moment to present my Satanic Decompression Chamber in a pre-determined way.

I think I won’t surprise anyone when I said that I loath speaking in public. But hey, it gets worse, I had to cram The Satanic Philosophy, the concept of my work, the works of Francis Bacon , Diabolus Rex, Shiva Rodiguez and Christoph Vander Wolf and the iconologic/ technical data of my work and the statements behind it, in a rambling of only 10 minutes !

Distillation, summarisation and essentials combined made me very uncomfortable as I had to present such a shallow speech on all this matter.
I had about nine books fo documentation with me as well as my very full logbook which is a swelling proof of my dedication and progress.

So, the antisocial creature that is myself woke up to find that the forces of public transportation had once more conspired to delay my arrival at the correct time ( not that I had chose to arrive an hour before y jury took place).
I won’t humour you with all the frustrating and possibly comical events which massed against me. I will say that I arrive there two flat tires, one broken bike chain, a traffic-jam en one missed train later, only to find out that the jury was over an hour and a half behind schedule . There you have the kind of black irony which my life is made off…

So after two hours of tedious, nerve wrecking waiting those damned doors opened to reveal a very tired jury.
It was clear that my Dutch mentor was very ill and should have been in bed. My practice mentor however , was disturbingly perky as ever. One of the additional jury members had already fled the scene and another one stopped listing as soon as he laid eyes on my Giger book (which he anxiously shuffled in search of some pornographic material). And so, beside my model, surrounded by my small collection of book I began my compressed rant while desperately trying to keep it in ‘decent’ (read android-ish) language.
After my presentation played Niagara on their already exhausted heads my mentor passed my logbook.
To my surprise , questions came really. Which is a pity because I was prepared to deflect the idle arguments they might try to fire at me.

I’m kind of disappointed my jury really. Which in a way is better then beating myself up for cramping up during my presentation.
I think it went pretty good. It could have been better, but a stimulating jury might have helped in that department. I would have liked to explain certain thins more in depth but I thin that by 12.30 their stomachs took over their brain-functions.
A pity...

First Mentor meetings

Sun, 19 Dec 2004 15:39:37 GMT

november 10th -2004

~ De Satanische Decompressiekamer ~ phase 0.2

Today was my first meeting with my mentor in art-aesthetics. A chippery young lady whom wasn’t too hostile towards me. However she could not hide her, ‘timid’ mind when pointing out that my writings (the introduction which she read 1 page per 10 sec) tended to shock her in it’s harshness.
Oh, well give me practice to swipe off all the ‘your to pretentious’ , ‘are you serious ?!’, ‘do you think this makes sense ?’ comments.
Hey, beats ‘you can go now’ :- )

A few days ago I had to make a decision. I e-mailed my mentors with more than enough material that would crack some nuts. But, by some ‘coincidence’ they all ‘spontaneously’ had computercrashes or their e-mail accounts where ‘broken’ (read lost passwords or didn’t open them for over a month).
I got pretty irritated. I hate to be dependant of other people when making something of my own. And since there seemed to be no feedback or reaction what so ever I decided to go ahead as I saw it.

The result ?
I have a 25- page draft for my theoretical work, researched and found some artists whom DID inspire me and whom I deemed fitting for my theoretical piece.

I really didn’t want to wait another month for someone to tell me to link ‘Bauhaus’ to my final work.
Thus I have / and am searching out my own hand full of ‘linkable’ inspiring artists.
Of course my jury will be making googely eyes when I go talking about Diabolus Rex. And no, I wont be able to burry them under a pill of his books either ( had I chose Picasso or something I could have). But hey I’d rather talk about artists, authors, philosophers etc… whom DO have something to do with my work instead of polishing up a classic image of an over-exposed value like f.ex Any Warhol.
So I decided to contact the inspirations and try to let them answer questions I pose instead of going by what art-nazi’s deem history and facts.
I have so far only contacted Cristoph Vander Wolf whom has replied my request with enthusiasm !
I can only hope there are more people in the art world like him, for such driven and Satanic anomalies are a rarity.

As you might know (unless I don’t know you), my final work is taking over most of my life. And what little ‘free’ time I have left, or make I spend with my beloved.
Yes, I am becoming something of an odd hermit. A pale creature that only seems to go on the read when it’s dark (autumn = early dark+ get up early) spending its waking hours travelling long distances and typing faulty cabals of chaotic rants or constructing something ‘absurd’.

So be it, stereotypes may tend to near me but, this was no choice of mine. When my work will be complete the hermit skin shall be shed.
And from beneath the dead skin, the KaOsIeR shall ascend.

Hail Satan !