Taking the Auspices, Magic and Poems Hazel Cline

05/14/21
cosmic fires burn
behind the rich, black fabric of the night
which parts to let the magic pass
as particles of filtered light
the door lies open, the gate lies closed
life travels, small and swift
through tiny tears
a missing stitch
and life. the flow itself
the tear itself
the seam
a sight of seeming death
that folds, unfolds itself
in weeds of grief
and swaddles itself
and for the first time sees
that there the door lies open
to those laid out or she
on knees
black wings opened out
speak out in seven rings
the universe talks
and, so, we sing

07/09/21
shifting stars
and shifting rays of light
pierce, project
through fractal lens
into the fractured night
the universe mind filters
through this facet
and another
then the other and the next
it’s all-color light refracted
into rainbow shimmer
variations, life
the shadow dark
descent of being
is iridescent
sacred, sweet
the night is full
of teeming things
and thoughts
of universe
that sings

09/03/21
black wings flap against the dawn
lingering sweetly in the dark
prolonging, savoring
the last few tendrils of night
but the dark, black velvet sky grows thin
and soon the silken
cloth of twilight
transparent and delicate
ripples, dissolves
in a moment is gone
and morning begins
a teardrop
bright and golden
falls to the bottom
of the deep blue bowl
that holds it, the sky
and rolls back down the otherside
and so the sun descends
again, again
again
once, we saw it rise
but that was long ago
before we learned its name
and learned to make the choice
ever to fall
or ever to rise
or yet-to-be
asleep
abide

EGREGORE
An exhibition by the Atlanta Surrealist Group

Steven Cline, Hazel Cline, Aaron Dylan Kearns, Juli Maria Kearns, Megan Leach, Steve Morrison.
October 21-31 2021
The Bakery – Atlanta, Georgia

ELEPHANT WORLD

Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline

Grey smoke, static-waiting in this lonely god-form, the elephant world. Atmosphere of iron, melting into sea. The sea must move. Must never stop. Yet, it never forgets. From the cavernous, from the well, a swallow jumps. Its cry the first sound, its wings flap the first wind into being and make the movers move. Time, wrapped in a desert blanket, becomes muffled. A lunar heli-clipse spirals inside outside, holding death in her paws, crush what skull to wholeness? A mouse, a mouse of silver coat, has singed the lungs of the elephants who dance in circles under their lost mother, the moon. Stars expand, devouring the black, betraying the void. And as the myriad forms octopi the fountains of misery, love and thermometers break free. Is it cold or burning in the heart of the world; Is it strange, or stranger?

01/03/2020
the darkening skies
must shudder and crack
the darkening limits of love
must break
and the lightning must flow
through the veins
of the glow
the violet glow
of history unchained
and memory unknown
there is a quiet place
in unrequited grief
we must keep our face
streaked with grief
and never forget again
that we love
the lightning of hillsides
and the lightening of hearts
must not stop
the lightning that breaks
our barriers apart

ALLCLOCKWORK

Collaborative writing:  Hazel & Steven Cline

The Universe, her own lost lover, may be seen as machine, as a spiraling victorian machine of goldgear, allclockwork like a song, who descends again this dream. Angelic beings formulated only as a song of pure smell drift inward, licking like a perfumed song. A scented song that melts into black glass, darker than vacuum and more crystalline than volcanic orangutans. The seabird honks slowly, irreversibly, a world into myth. The spiderweb lacework left behind by all this resembles only slightly the forlorn face of Desire and her aging pack-animal, the horned, helical diviser of all manners of play. Patterns of a great mathematical sigh leap forward, and reveal themselves to have been all along a simple jest to amuse the one remembered in Desire’s lair. Speak! Reverse! This, the pelican calls to me, to be unafraid. This last day is sweet. A multitude, an ancient epoch, indwelling therein may, inside those glittering gears, break bread with shadows. But ever, ever, while the lonely lives we lead sits weeping by her mirror, can the Victrola spit out its slugs of light. In the sky above, what! cries the clouds, what is this fracture, this suture called time? Or elsewhere called form? Around us, a tower sheds its skin. Inside us, a tower devours and delights. And this hour is born as if it were the first hour, and the last hour, penetrating deep the ear of the Other. Again and again, but this time, the gears are well worn. This time…our ghosts dance.

RAINBOW DIVING

Collaborative writing:  Hazel & Steven Cline

A rainbow earthbound, dividing itself, disassembling. Red, caught in prairie dog’s embrace, builds his mudhouse around the hourglass cavern entrance. Blue, thoughtform, endodermic emissaries as its always, reshapes rain into purring playful kittens. Red, again, many times, but this time, most sweetly does it redden. Yellow kicks world’s undercarriage in its shins, bumbling slowly, stupidly; of all the violent yellows of the imagination, honey alone is tenderest, a spongecake, a saucy milksop. Ah, but purple! A color now, and then another. One color and many, Solitary and mixed. But all of these are just wet laundry in cardboard, skybleeders without care. Try instead the complexity of the allcolor udder that fills bellybirth calendars with Orange with Orange’s sad and wayward beams. Indeed, full orchards in bloom. Undercurrents undersea, liquidic petunias, Green breaks all this in her witherworn gaze, drowning into pulpworm magnificents. Learn well, then, the mazes of the deeps, or fall eternally, inexorably into farting arabesques! Or else, the obsidian horizons and wellsprings by which the silent tuber sleeps.

A Virtual Post Card to the Clines from Mitchell Pluto

SPIDERWAVES

Collaborative writing:  Hazel & Steven Cline

Sun on my face; worm in my palm. Where is the tree I saw before I was born if not in your heart? A dancer pounds the sand into myriad dynasties of memory. Eruption of geometric solids from a hardening ground. Devastated again and again into life. Without an eclipse of the moon; Without the face I missed and without the soonness of the end. Satisfaction gave way to a pomegranate; and then the dancers in the sky, in the night, in the sand fuse via epilepsy. Shadows silver, and I find I have something to lose. Something, as in hat or muskrat, but in other words there are many things of which we are made of. Mountainous sheets of white sand, signing high notes inside, outside. What is a mountain if not the universe? All I can think of is…whale. All I can think of is whale, which is everything. Everything, blowing sheet metal kisses across aquatic dreamtime streams. Kiss, then the sands, kiss then wind. The river makes love as you fly from the waterfall to the ocean. Spiderwaves crashing in your ears, and wouldn’t you know it? A secret succumb to the drifts.

CATERWAULING

Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline

Impish sprouts, come now, rejoin the nature choir. Spout from belly, cast skin aside, rejoin the broken ends of hairway screaming. Become erect in thy tendrils, in thy vines, in thy flowering eyelids, eyelips. Scales, weatherworn, may become grey or spotted, may become a disease repeated. Repetitive formlessness may become eyeless. Liked a castaway grail, like a traveler without species or a lichen dripping, frothing from the tips of broken fingers. Inside Castle, the deepness sleeps. The deepness repeats, reaching longingly out through the ribcagebars that hold its will in check. Across swampmoat, a game of chess is played, and yes, a checkmate too. A matter of alligator flesh, weighs your worth on its scales. Firebreather, O firething, O fireeater, bring forth the charred pieces of moleblind contempt, thy master. And lay him here, unbroken on that breakening altar, his feetflesh pollinated by cold wind. But the wind will have none of it. Virgin the wind is and will remain, no matter how many times she is raped. Caterwauling is a way for millipedes to divide and seek out that onebrightmissingthing. O everfree! O everleaving! A soul’s void casts its own shadow, too, my friend. O overbearing openness! Such openness is evisceration. Is evisceration, or crushed and squirming eggplant. A call: come now, worm, come now wind, defend your keep! Atom and Electron, enemies, conspirators, corpuscular in their insane infancy. We shall become nematodes on this day, or we shall expire. Thus is the will of the organ defended. Thus is the desire of the flesh raised again.

PEARLY TRUTH

Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline

When I bite down, my teeth spread fire. I bite down on tree, I bite down hard…a California, newly blackened. When I bite down on swimming pool? When I bite down on sea? I see the ships come and go in the night. From where do they come and wither do they go again? Where but the watery depths that hold the stars with a cargo such as that they leave at every doorstep and every grave. A ghost hand floating, a hand laid down, in a casket amongst friends. A weaponized hairplane, and a truth? Pearly truth? Pearly, yes, of the falsest kind, unlike the inky liquid left by the octopus my sister stepped on that summer when we were five or six. The luster of a pearl reflects the hungry gaze of the wanderer. But the unreflective black of closed eyes or submersion under the hungry waves shows the empty colors and flashes that call upward from eternity’s open veins…

LADYBUG LEVIATHAN

Collaborative writing: Hazel & Steven Cline

City of Cyber, inside belly of Panda. Inside panda-belly, squirming datanet suckers towards the base of your brain. Down flows the river of nerves, down winding, writhing around one another and the spine of this world. This planet called Ladybug Leviathan, this universe called Old Misery Guts. Once again this universe tells the story of the time when the slimesnake jacked in with his god cord, shivering electrical. And jacked off into the abyssal plains of the sordid, sacred animal brain of the metrosynaptic gecko. Everything teal here, everything teal or sometimes pink. And blood always purple, and blood rerouted through networks of laughter that rumble through those beautiful bowels that wailed and woke the world before worlds. Reprogram this panda, O history-keeper, O kelp-satisfied lizard of night’s mist. Open at last the lid behind the lid. Exsanguinate, expectorate, mark the spot where the psionic piston rotates. What, then, if that rotation should cease? What, then, if all the dark little spots behind your eyes should suddenly come to life?

I started drawing tarot cards as a way to deepen my relationship with and understanding of the characters and archetypes that people them. I went along with the fool on their journey, and together we struggled, died, were reborn, learned about life and ourselves, and started all over again.
Hazel Cline

Ephemerality Art

peculiarmormyrid

Atlanta Surrealist Group

Zodiac by Oscar Barra

Oscar Barra was Born in Santiago in 1964, he studied Art at the University of Concepción, co-founder of Grisalla, an outstanding group of artists from the 90s and early 2000s. Mainly dedicated to painting, he has extended his creation to engraving, sculpture and the drawing. He currently resides between Concón and also maintains a workshop in Santiago.

The Visual Poetry of a Shamanic Cartoonist Alejandra López Riffo

Written by Miguel Ángel Huerta Zuñiga

Alejandra López Riffo is an artist whose work fuses the visual arts and poetry in a perfect way. Alejandra builds an imaginary bridge that results in the beautiful hybrid of visual poetry.

An echo very few artists achieve. Possessing a technique exquisite and clean. We are introduced into imaginary worlds where birds, figures, humans, trees make a moving pact.

Sensuality is not alien to the staging of this tremendous creator who with true mastery forges dream scenarios rarely seen in Chilean art.

Alejandra López Riffo has all the ingredients to achieve a high-flying work. I have no doubt that her extraordinary sensitivity directed fantastic beings from an outstanding and unique cosmogony

Alejandra López Riffo

Alejandra López Riffo is a Visual Artist based in Santiago de Chile.
She started her artistic career at the Escuela Experimental Artística. She studied Graphic Design at the Metropolitan Technological University. In 1998 she graduated in Visual Arts, Pontificia Universidad Católica de Chile.
She has developed her artistic work by participating in various collective exhibitions and individual projects. In 2019 she received the second place in the XII Visual Arts Contest of the

Fobeju Foundation “Body and Place” Chile. Her participation this 2021 stands out with the First Place and winner of the “II Meeting of Women in the Visual Arts” and her Individual Exhibition “Listen quietly to what my drawings say” spread in Chile, Colombia and Mexico through the Group INTERNATIONAL MUA.
She participated in the “CAMELOT” Exhibition through ESGALLERY Colombia, Call for Contemporary Latin American Art spread in Colombia, Mexico and Argentina.
She currently participates in the International Exhibition Of Surrealism.
Cairo – Saint Cirq Lapopie.

Transformation of Matters Andrew Mendez

Psychic automatism by Andrew Mendez 2022

If the notion of compassion is missing, this leads to darkness.. forgiveness is the letting go. It opens the space for the surreal.

It is living and ceasing to live that are imaginary solutions. Existence is else where. What’s the need of a new manifesto if we have yet to meet the goals of the old one..

I live in balance with the Gods and they live in balance with me. The stone is compassion, not a matter what school. To know that it is. As it is, is to accept the idea. Do something about it , cause and effect… this is good alchemy.

Andrew Mendez 2022

Micro Portals Enrique de Santiago

What were the influences that made you interested in surrealism?

I began with the adventure of painting, a distant day at the beginning of the 80’s. At that time I did not know what Surrealism was, but my painting already contained the emotions coming from the automatism that supplied me with the imaginary of the unknown. Only the desire to stain lived in me so that I could recognize myself in this opportune path that appeared in me to travel, over time I realized that this path would lead me to enter forever into obscurity. Opting for another route, already at this point would be unthinkable, because the fascination produced by the spell of being a sailor of the marvelous, exerts in the spirit, an action that induces more to enter than to withdraw from this way of life.

In those years amid the smoke from the barricades under the extreme times of the dictatorship, the university and my lectern, the first lines that indicated to me that mine was to explore the vastness of the unconscious were succeeding. There were still no readings on Breton, nor Lautréamont, only the unexpected forms emerged instinctively that every day dialogued with my astonished eyes, because perhaps the metaphor came in my DNA, a product of the inheritance of my grandparents born in the shamanic areas of a people called Illapel to the north of Santiago, people linked to the land who, from their toponymy, also tell us the pottery history of this region.
In the late 1980s, I discovered Matta, but I was especially struck by Arshile Gorky’s work. I felt that his painting was very something that I had found intuitively, and it was then that I came to study Surrealism.

What poets informed you the most when you were young, who do you enjoy reading now?

By 1977, when I was 15 years old, my interest in writing verses had been awakened, and I still have those first poetic babbling. Those sheets speak of those attempts to give something different to the word, since when adding two, you will give a different meaning and meaning, more subtle, in short, that would have a broader meaning. I was in high school, and soon after I met friends who showed me Neruda, Enrique Lihn and those books that are shared in youth. There was life under a dictatorship and the first poets were what we know as committed or political writers

Poetry was still present, and my library had been joined by names like Nicolás Guillén, Ernesto Cardenal or Roque Dalton. I wrote in my spare time, and much of that poetry served the cause of the offended and their struggle for liberation for the construction of a new, more just life.
Today, my gaze is more inclined towards writers under the sphere of the marvelous, such as Lautreamont, Enrique Gómez-Correa, Ludwig Zeller, Breton, and various surrealists, including many contemporary ones such as the Argentine Carlos Barbarito, or Raúl Henao from Colombia and Rodrigo Executioner from Chile.

What inspires you to write and what is your relationship to the subconscious process?

Man has always been alone, or feels alone in the face of the tremendous burden imposed by his own life, knowing that he is finite, helpless, fragile in the face of the profound and imperative mission of his biological being that apparently only drives him to survive in a better way. To reset your genetic code. For me, when thinking about the reason for human existence, there was something more than that and I perceived life as the tip of an iceberg of something deeper. This perception was manifesting itself in an incessant hammering of questions that pushed me to seek a similar amount of answers. These appeared as strokes and symbols emerging frantically on the canvas, paper or any other medium that was at hand. The impression produced on this journey in front of the void always concluded with the idea that from the place where the shapes and their colors arose, there must exist something beyond those first images, an infinite dimension different from ours. Over time I realized that this dimension outside, extensive and prolonged, was also lavished inwards, even inside it, a kind of succession of shots that to some extent Breton cites in his myth of “The great transparent ones.”

What I inhabit, in its wide expansion lives and like me, this entity has its own consciousness, that manifestation was also in movement like my paintings, because they imitated that condition, I was interested in what was moving, what appeared, what phenomenological with its arsico-thetic high spirited rhythm, with its secret music, because as the alchemist said “The balance that needs to be reached is not the one that produces immobility, but the one that performs movement. Well, immobility is death and movement is life ”. It follows from these words then that the apparently immobile void is also movement, as it must transform as the forms move in their area, the forms that comprise the void are subjected to those others that occupy said volume and pass to become the reality or surreality of form-ground. This caused me to insist on the search for unknown forms, since these also had their residence in hidden and extensively deep planes, this is how these first years of exploration were given in what I later defined as my stage of Expressionist Surrealism. Abstract, an exercise determined primarily by the violent and swift gestures that construct both the background and the foregrounds.

How do you imagine Chile will be in the future?

I see this place that I inhabit, as a region full of possibilities for the future. It has already been seen that after a long street revolt that lasted for months, the people have wanted to take charge of their destiny. But there is still a long way to go, and in that sense, the different grassroots social groups, which include the surrealists, are working to contribute from each of the visions to build a more just world. The economy presents clear contradictions, a formula given for certain human types and not for a society, so this presents the challenge of eliminating it, but at the same time it must establish a replacement model. The constant increase in drug trafficking, crime – a product of social marginalization – and social stress, make large Latin American cities a powder keg about to explode that requires major surgery, but which one?

Capitalism is exhausted and Marxism is not capable of laying solid rhizomes in society, so it is necessary to look for a political-cultural-social model that is inclusive of this vast diversity, then, a new model is necessary.

The world cries out to find something beyond in this life, and surrealism, as in periods of past crisis, resurfaces as a vision of the inner search that is offered through many ways, as a way of recognizing ourselves as essentiality. So there they are, the dreams – the dreamlike -, the animistic, the shamanic, the art of mediums, the culture of the seers, metaphysics, the ludic, the absurd, and the entire super-reality, more real than reality, and wiser, but hidden so as not to give understanding or reason, or lights of human liberation and which is sponsored by those who deprived everyone of the original knowledge and sophisms of the world, due to their own petty interests.

It is therefore important to recognize all the parties involved in our construction as beings from this part of the world, and it is there where we can take or take the previous teachings, and take possession of the magic that surrounds us, the animism that is practically endemic to these areas of the globe, the shamanic spiritism that holds the keys to the many astral planes, the wisdom of the shamans of the continent, as well as the knowledge of other extinct peoples or already on the brink of their disappearance as ethnic groups, with a unique connection with the cosmos, and that they have somehow survived the era of overwhelming official-scientific culture.

What are your thoughts on the future of surrealism, art, and technology?

From my point of view, the unknown concept was, is and will be present in the concern of the one who has sought and seeks. Nowadays digital media facilitate that search in a certain way, but they also distract the being, so res Amplia (extensive reference) interferes with res cogitans (radical dualism. Brain and consciousness), clouding the way to transcend beyond. This Cartesian measure is what has made the human being lose his way, by not attending to the res profundis (depth and meditation on humanities deepest feelings), that is to say, our inner universe. The latter is the information that I seek, without abandoning or suppressing the exercise of reality (in a partial way), rather I intend to combine or not practice the absolute, this allows to enrich the work, give it more points of view, without fear even to make it abundant, to have the combinatorial elements between the synthetic and the analytical abundance, this cannot harm it, what does limit it is the perspective of the time in which the artist and the viewer are cloistered, as limited or bounded subjects, social and philosophical concepts or ideas.

On the other hand, science and technology have confirmed what was written in the hermetic books and in the visions of those who have entered to navigate the unknown, and in that sense quantum physics opens up a whole universe, or multiverses of possibilities.

Surrealism for me is revolutionary, dynamic, inexhaustible and with infinite possibilities. Another definition would be to interpose realities-unrealities head on, open them up on a point, find a new cognitive relationship, an unknown perception, etc. Due to the abundance of disturbing signs and discouraging elements that make it difficult to maintain good sense in the transition to surreality, I briefly interfere with such and such elements through my work and rescuing the hidden memory, re-presenting the signs and symbols associated with the atavistic that are better conductors towards surreality since they have left more impressions in what I call dimensional worms (paraphrasing Einstein), either due to their abundance of imprints made by previous souls. Every fact, every thought, impulse or gesture is recorded on the other side of the mirror, where it could be printed as part of the landscape of dreams, delirium or death.

Today, however, in a world saturated with images and stimuli, we surrealists have become a group of scattered Essenes, throwing tiny signs in the immense sea of ​​millions of contemporary sophisms.

What kind of beliefs do you have about mutant space, animism, egregore realities collective unconsciousness and science?
What then is surreality in relation to reality?

These and other questions repeated themselves in my thoughts day after day. It was my imagination, mental fantasy, an attempt by consciousness that played to disarm or articulate reality to find new and capricious constructs. How was reality embedded in this extensive map beyond the limits of the understandable or measurable? That is when I began to understand from the studies on quantum physics, that reality was determined by the observer, so it was pertinent to look in another way, but above all, it was necessary to feel different and take the explorations to an abyss more extreme.

And why not? draw a line between the two stages, a kind of silver cord between reality and surreality. Then, in parallel, a project called “The meeting of two worlds” arises around the year 1999. This topic focused on comparing these worlds that were found in the 15th and 16th centuries in America, between the original peoples of our continent and the Christian conquerors. -Europeans, bearers of a culture and worldview completely different from the natives. The indigenous man was a shaman, a being who lived with the magical forces of the universe and the land that he inhabited. A culture that had the condition of living in an everlasting state of connection with the metaphysical forces that surrounded it. That was also a participatory society with its environment, he knew by ancestral transmission that the world was also inhabited by hidden forces and that for him they were not unknown, surreality or part of it was in a certain way reality.

On the contrary, the European man had come to abandon in the twelfth century a large part of his magical-hermetic heritage when the inquisition was established, in addition, the first glimpses of a rationalist doctrine that would later derive in its pseudo positivist and mechanistic truth began to take hold. about the world. Then this encounter had to be reflected on the canvas, rather than as a mere contrast, the communicating areas or zones that carry the forms from one plane to another, the deep perception of the indigenous versus the fixed cognitive condition of the Spanish, should also be perceived. Then the dividing line of both planes appears as mobile, it can retract, expand, or meander depending on my exploratory spirit, where I also become a primary observer, to later be part of the sum of observers.

During those years I asked myself what, how or where is the line that divides reality from surreality drawn? What determines our knowledge, about one field or another? The answer was in the painting that was conjugated in different depths of the unconscious, it was therefore necessary to start from the conscious point. It was necessary to combine reality with surreality, draw this map and see where the levels would differentiate one from the other or how their border lines behaved, at the moment when that surreality was incorporated into my new reality.

There it is, in which a long road begins to open this kind of cube and find the mysteries of life as Matta suggested on some occasion, which later would be a Leitmotiv, a recurrent theme for my work.

What is hidden inside and outside the geometry? What invisible force orders chemical and biological processes? What is that invisible or surreal? What is the universe and what sustains it? A reverse universe?

The painting, the installations, the deep search would generate certain answers.
One day I reflected on all this immense scenario of reality, all designed so that a microscopic link occurs (the fertilization of the ovum) and manifests itself almost imperceptibly in this infinite vault, which is also constantly expanding from the point known as the great explosion and that by which, by many geometric variables, arithmetic and laws of physics, that allow nebulae to be sustained, that give rise to galaxies, which give rise to stars, which in turn when they collapse give origins to White dwarfs or quasars that gravitate in such a way that they absorb other galaxies, being the first to be absorbed, the galaxy itself that contributed to this sun to hold and orbit, in a matter of a second all that indescribable energy and matter is compressed to almost nothing

Where are you going? Is it transferred to a parallel universe? In addition, among all these bodies and events, another structure unfolds with an apparently supporting role of these bodies of measurable mass, the so-called dark matter, which can be the reflection or aura of the first, or the sum of peripheral points of which of each one, a parallel universe is born, universes of our own inverse universe, with a non-concept, or a no-idea, or a non-sensation that places us in a position closer to the concept, as it does not oppose resistance due to interferences, of which I will refer later, since advancing a little, the plastic structure can lead to one or the other another way to penetrate those micro portals that link with the opposite universes. Observe the reverse side of the proton (the antiproton) or the reflected and extended universe of the point where the flora concept ends. But to read these, I must gradually detach myself from the observed concept, its own and recognized meaning, leave the idea that conceives it on our plane to find the idea on the other side of the mirror, an exercise that we could call the philosophy of detachment , or what should I do to find?, the answer seems to be, to possess the non-ubiquity to understand and order the message that flourishes and the rivers that open behind the keys. That operate in this kind of sephirotic columns, these, without distinction, are offered wide to the observer and to the one who searches. It is a spectral relationship, a multi-ubiquity given by the impressions of other previous forms, which are also present in a spectral way.

Obviously in the face of such a reflective task, the everyday being looks for shortcuts in his thinking task, or definitely opts for drowsiness. In his role of thoughtless educating, acquires and ingests the small blurry painless doses that contain the

“I will not perceive beyond my cages and the circuits that interconnect them”.

The man in antiquity creates the myth, since it helps him to understand the phenomenological, but the myth seems to have arisen from an ancient knowledge and does not seem to be a fact so far from reality. For the same reason, I must delve into the myth that underlies the surreal piélagos, the ocean. This information in the form of myth is nothing more than the symbolic way in which the archetypes appear to us, a resource that Carl Jung himself recognized. Hence, Breton saw the importance of generating new myths. Beyond pretending to deceive or falsify, the idea is to enter the archetypal warp that dwells in our unconscious to find the answer that seems similar to the constructive reality in the mythological dawn.

I apply that principle from painting, each work is a search in the surreality of a myth that illuminates us about an unknown essentiality. It appears and determines its own history.

Enrique de Santiago, Born in Santiago, Chile (1961). Visual artist, poet, researcher, essayist, curator and cultural manager. He studied a Bachelor of Art at the University of Chile and at the Institute of Contemporary Art (Chile). Since 1984, he has exhibited in individual and group exhibitions, counting to his credit around more than 100 exhibitions.

He has edited five books: Fragile Transits Under the Spirals in 2012, with La Polla Literaria; Elegía a las Magas and the book essay: El Regreso de las Magas, both with Editorial Varonas. In 2018 he edited La Cúspide Uránica with editorial Xaleshem and Dharma Comunicaciones, and Travel Bitácora with Editorial Opalina Cartonera.

He has participated in various poetry anthologies, both in Chile and abroad. He has collaborated in the newspaper La Nación with articles on new media art, and in magazines such as Derrame, Escaner Cultural and Labios Menores in Chile, Brumes Blondes in Holland, Adamar from Spain, Punto Seguido from Colombia, Sonámbula from Mexico, Agulha de Brazil, Incomunidade de Portugal, Styxus de Rep. Czech, Canibaal de Valencia, Spain, Materika de Costa Rica and other printed and digital publications.


Enrique de Santiago Art work

Metacelestial Hominid Enrique de Santiago

A mockingbird arises from the edge of the foliage
there where cosmic orders rush
and it was when I felt the elongated step of the annelids
in its pristine and minimal hollow in progress
and I saw the infinite curtain where the stars cling
the ones that it costs me now to read
because the street forks
this long avenue of my life
where an hour saves me
while the other carries a tombstone in her hand.
Gregorian chant at burial
liters of paint on my coffin
since I summon the colors
to accompany me in this Dionysian dance
Well, I gave them life
other life
with shadows, with lights
and halftones
just how life really is
and in its surreality with its reverse blade
Well, I invoked them without geodesic dimensions
there they settled their perfume
that swells my soul that unfolds towards my underground kingdom.

Una calandria surge del canto del follaje
allí donde se precipitan las órdenes cósmicas
y fue cuando sentía el paso alargado de los anélidos
en su prístina y mínima oquedad en progreso
y vi el telón infinito donde se aferran los astros
los que me cuesta ahora leer
pues la calle se bifurca
esta larga avenida de mi vida
donde una hora me salva
mientras la otra lleva una lápida en la mano.

Canto gregoriano en el sepelio
litros de pintura sobre mi féretro
ya que convoco a los colores
a acompañarme en esta danza dionisíaca
pues les di la vida,
otra vida
con sombras, con luces
y medias tintas
tal como es la vida en realidad
y en su surrealidad con su hoja inversa
pues los invoqué sin cotas geodésicas
ahí asentaron su perfume
que hincha mi alma que se desdobla hacia mi reino subterráneo.

Enrique de Santiago

Born in Santiago, Chile (1961). Visual artist, poet, researcher, essayist, curator and cultural manager. He studied a Bachelor of Art at the University of Chile and at the Institute of Contemporary Art (Chile).

Since 1984, he has exhibited in individual and group exhibitions, counting to his credit around more than 100 exhibitions.

He has edited five books: Fragile Transits Under the Spirals in 2012, with La Polla Literaria; Elegía a las Magas and the book essay: El Regreso de las Magas, both with Editorial Varonas. In 2018 he edited La Cúspide Uránica with editorial Xaleshem and Dharma Comunicaciones, and Travel Bitácora with Editorial Opalina Cartonera.

He has participated in various poetry anthologies, both in Chile and abroad. He has collaborated in the newspaper La Nación with articles on new media art, and in magazines such as Derrame, Escaner Cultural and Labios Menores in Chile, Brumes Blondes in Holland, Adamar from Spain, Punto Seguido from Colombia, Sonámbula from Mexico, Agulha de Brazil, Incomunidade de Portugal, Styxus de Rep. Czech, Canibaal de Valencia, Spain, Materika de Costa Rica and other printed and digital publications.

convolutional echolocation

artificial neural network
neurons are aggregated
image input
visual cortex
layers and magic squares
number and color spaces
red, green, blue
processing example
image recognition
labeled
a set of facts
filters removing waves from particles
about that world, who was thinking the who
useful information
an algorithm
binary classifier
animal, non animal
vector of numbers on a clock
adapt parameters
template of being two points in time
self-driving car
spatiotemporal
the finding and collecting self

written by Mitchell Pluto December 2, 2021 ©


Alkalizing the Wendigo with a Whirling Mantra

Every culture has experienced cannibalism, headhunting and parasites. This intrusive painting is about those things but thankfully it’s all metaphorical. In this painting I use figures of speech to convey malignant narcissism and greedy tendencies as a psychic virus. While no specific group or person is targeted it is important to be aware of the dangers of being egocentric and that it puts everybody at risk.

An ancient parasite has been interfering with our optimum self moderating programing since the beginning of time. This is not an original idea and can be found as a theme through many Science fiction and horror stories. One specific example is The Mind Parasites by Colin Wilson worth checking out. However there are more real life examples. I found details in Sigmund Freud’s Totem and Taboo: Resemblances Between the Mental Lives of Savages and Neurotics that offered a general outline on taboo as a psychic contagion.

Anyone who has violated a taboo becomes taboo himself because he possesses the dangerous quality of tempting others to follow his example: why should he be allowed to do what is forbidden to others? Thus he is truly contagious in that every example encourages imitation, and for that reason he himself must be shunned.

Freuds statement makes me think of the origin of the scapegoat and the spiritual cleanse that shares a polarity with transgressions of the community. An organized ritual allows a contamination of an object to later be sacrificed.

How did the Wendigo archetype institute and set in motion such a horrible malware on the consciousness of humanity?

First and foremost the Wendigo represents a defense against becoming selfish. An example not to follow. It is no one’s ambition to become cannibalistic or maladaptive but abrupt experience overwhelms an unactualized mind. This is usually caused by trauma experience. An experience by all accounts that leaves a brain feeling abandoned. With no one else around to understand. While left defenseless against the brains own intense fear, a sudden disconnection occurs.

By looking in a mirror day after day one moves more progressively towards a reduplicative hallucination. An elaborate state where one see themselves as an apparition. This double tells the vulnerable self a story about how much stronger and more valuable it is than the other. it tells the other self it is the reflection that is important. Across this imbalanced relationship the double forever feeds off of one traumatic moment. As a kind of psychic parasitic disease, the reflection commandeers the entire body while holding the suffering self hostage. This painful body tries to fight but not being fully rehabilitated to control it’s own operations, instead seeks to control other brains.

Robert A. Brightman an American anthropologist describes the Wendigo as

“The wendigo (/ˈwɛndɪɡoʊ/)(also wetiko) Ojibwa wintikö. Cree wihtiköw is a mythological man-eating creature or evil spirit from the folklore of the First Nations Algonquian tribes based in the northern forests of Nova Scotia, the East Coast of Canada, and Great Lakes Region of Canada and the United States. The wendigo is described as a monster with some characteristics of a human or as a spirit who has possessed a human being and made them become monstrous. Its influence is said to invoke acts of murder, insatiable greed, cannibalism and the cultural taboos against such behaviors”

From Brightman’s statement we get a profile of a very unrelenting and maladaptive personality who is controlled by a psychotic spirit whose strategy relates to a person in the same parasitic mode a protozoa relates to a host. There is an invisible influence.

At the very top of my painting is an example of the Woodland Style. Inside the face is a very filtered cosmogram that offers a limited preview of a Peyote ceremony I was invited too. I choose the Bidu and moon cipher to act on behalf of an meaningful experience. The full night ceremony continues to make a deep impression on me. This impression is similar to my discussion in Astrology and Cosmograms . I review the root Loa as comparable to a strong radio signal filled with intelligent information and the brain as land-based radio station. In the painting this Loa voice scrolls from the lips to a wireless phone. This sudden illumination is delivered by a lightening bolt brightening a picture tube with a whirling log message. The subliminal effects directly communicates with the Mooladhara Chakra, the chair where the Kundalini sits. At it’s immature stage the Mooladhara is completely egotistical, security driven and possessive. These traits when pressed by scarcity and megalomania create a Wendigo.

Balancing the Sympathy of the Magnetosphere, Theurgy

Balancing the Sympathies of Magnetosphere Theurgy, mixed media

written by ©Mitchell Pluto March 3, 2021

There is a guiding light. A path towards a healthier and more compassionate self. It is a star self, a light held together by it’s own gravity. It is easily understood by all cultures that the brain responds well to a deity related to light (or weightlessness)

Weighing of the heart from The Book of Coming Forth by Day

In Vajrayana Buddhism, a Yidam is a symbol used as a vehicle to help understand inner space by visualization. There are other reflective symbols similar to Yidam’s that are associated with the Russian Eastern Orthodox icons. These are paintings on wood of saints that have a thaumaturge effect which is a type of gravitational healing power on the viewer. More devices include the Dine sand paintings and the Vèvè of Vodun. These are all ways to connect to planetary influences to empower a practitioner’s use of managing gravitational forces as remedies.

Dine Healing Sand Painting

Aspirations towards well being of others and one’s own health are universally accepted as a mature and worthwhile intention. A devoted routine of concentration on any symbol, any deity or any word can generate a magnetic relationship. This friendly association with a visualized goal opens one up to a field of force. Purified to the bottom line this magnetic relationship involves imagining a future self that provides guidance to a present self.

Cabala Chemica Volume VI Theatrum Shemicum, Hamburg 1659

Astrology is based on electromagnetic waves that influence the micro gravity the will has over a mind. These bestowing waves, like Venus for insistence, highlights the quality of value in things. This why Venus traditionally represented love. The planet Mars preforms well by enduring time with patience while the worst traits of Mars always involve impatience. Mercury facilitates all transmission, communication and reception. Saturn constitutes darkness to manage overexposure by dividing light into pace and degrees. Jupiter over expands and discloses information without limitation. More recently discovered planetary aspects were consolidated as aspects of Saturn to ancient people.

Planetary Magic Square, Mercury the Chess Board

Uranus creates unexpected and extraordinary designs in stable patterns and changes those patterns. Neptune react to data concerning fluctuations and pressure of boundaries. This wavering line places experience between knowledge and belief. Pluto is a influence that polarizes an experiencer’s interpretation of surface and light. This enables further inquiry into truths about the collective unconscious and the self. These are the magnetic forces of nature

These transmitted experiences add to our brains growth to become fully self aware and create it’s own program. Most likely a program that follows the operations of practicing the best relationships with all beings.

Example of a Ley line/Dragon line

Certain locations on earth have more concentrated telluric hot spots that can enhance astrological transits. These powerlines are called ley or dragon lines. Focusing attention or enacting a seasonal play on these lines can have a strong impact on the experiencers awareness.

this speculative writing is not intended to officially represent the views of any group or religious institution.

Ossification of the Moon Oracle

Ossification of the Seven Horn Oracle. 18inx24in recycled art work into collage. Based on Sefkhet-Abwy

written by Mitchell Pluto© February 28, 2021

Painting is a séance with one’s self, it’s a mediumship that dowses for pathways in the collective unconsciousness. All my writing is speculation, observational study and a visualization exercise in words.

Sefkhet-Abwy is Djehuty’s counterpart. Djehuty being commonly referred to by the Greek name Thoth, the ibis headed or beaker moon god. It is unclear how Sefkhet-Abwy fits in the triangularly with Ma’at, who is Djehuty’s actual wife but this is how it is recorded c. 3150 – c. 2613 BCE. Regardless both Djehuty and Sefkhet-Abwy were responsible for weight and measure. It is paramount to notice a woman as an accountant for the passing days. The proof being menstruation is based on a cycle.

Merkhet an astronomical timekeeping instrument

I found Sefkhet-Abwy was also called the Mistress of the House of Architects. This would be noteworthy to understand and explore metaphorically. Symbolically Sefkhet-Abwy’s use of a cord functioned umbilically to connect sacred alignments while surveying land. This cord was knotted to create a measuring rope used in the Stretching the Cord ceremony. Part of the ceremony was finding a square in space.

Stretching the Cord ceremony

There is so much to write about the meaning of the Stretching the Cord ceremony but I’ll reserve it. I recommend the reader look more into these things. The compass rose, geometry and even ornithomancy as flight patterns become more meaningful.

A Surveying Groma. A tool used to find a square in space

The name Sefkhet-Abwy which means either seven-horned or Safekh-Aubi she who wears horns, horns being plural without specific number. Relying on the reliefs, there are seven horns and a long horn creating eight. There is also an arch U-shaped indentation that encases the bone star design

The bovine horn (antler) theme and the bow can easily flow into the crescent moon symbol, both for agriculture and hunting purposes. There is also a leopard skin worn by Sefkhet-Abwy that represents the universal sky with the spots being points. If we travel 3,057 miles east from Egypt (on land) we can find the Hindu deity, Shiva who also has a moon crescent on his forehead and leopard skin. Shiva hangs out with cattle too

Star of Lakshmi and eight moon phases. The number Seven can escort us into all sorts of associative meanings. One being a version of the menorah whose limit at the time would stop at Saturn and the seven seas. Another being the period of seven days.

Maybe the gravity of the moon and earth help influence the framework of collagen and calcium phosphate. My impression of the horns led me to believe the ossification of cattle horns may have had some kind of relationship with the eight phases of the moon.