Girls in the Field, Malevitch, 1928-32.  Fashion Suprematism 

Best nails ever. These win all the awards, in my book :) In all modesty, I based each of these nails on paintings by Kasimir Malevich, Soviet Russian Suprematist painter. Saw a ton of his work during my sojourn in Moscow. LOVE his work. Great on nails- got lots of compliments on these

Square

Malevich’s funeral

i love this part, such a simple human

The Red Cross on a Black Circle, Kazimir Malevich

Medium: oil,canvas

Suprematic Painting, Kazimir Malevich

Medium: oil,canvas

Q 1 Suprematistic, 1923, Laszlo Moholy-Nagy

hervé marchand (2017)

SolSupra: The Blog

My purpose is to project quintessential views on life as a human and promote an infinite complex

The Famous Color

The film began with graphics that had me at awe, but I am a film; so most movies get my full attention, until they prove me to be uninteresting. I had much anticipation for this film since last year when it was to be announced; this was because I became a fan of the superhero, known as black panther, when I saw his appearance on one of Marvel’s most major film The Avengers. Black people instantly gave off an aura off the screen of strength when they displayed the setting of the kids playing basketball in the low income neighborhood; also what seemed like gangsters or men apart of the black panther party showed great respect to each other through their dialogue. The director Ryan Coogler gave a beautiful stylistic showing of what it means to direct a film; he also came from directing lower budget films that won an award at the Sundance Film Festival. I was not surprised that the quality of the film was high quality because it was funded by Disney; but usually black filmmakers do not approach directing films nor television with dynamic skills. I am a feminist in theory because I support most of the standings of the movement if not all; so I was impressed with the powerful divinity the black women in the nation of Wakanda possessed throughout the entire movie. I believe with this feat being accomplished that there will be more development of strong female characters in more films under the guides of an impactful artist [director].The combination of aestheticism and story plot was simply admirable; but there are negatives to this film as well. A film sponsored by Disney and Hollywood in this Nation or even this world could not possibly give a complete positive overview of the so-called black race. I am a man that is an avid student of the ecology of humanity and even more specifically at times my own people.The film depicted scenarios of black men and women fighting against each others throughout the movie. Though I saw Michael B. Jordan act as a possible villainous individual in the commercials and promotion of Black Panther, I still had an inkling of thought that believed the opposition would be theoretically and actually be against white America. But, it showed the animosity between so-called African Americans and Africans. It gave insight to the representation of archetypal characters like Malcolm X and Martin Luther King; it was implanted in the subconscious mind of the thousands of Americans who watched the film that Martin Luther King was and still is the activist to look up to, juxtaposed to Malcolm X. This notion is valid in the film and in real life today because the black community functions off of pride for our resolve in patience, and ability to forgive [and in many situations forget]. The value of entertainment was set at high regard, but the true educational benefits that many blacks went to see the film for was very poor by today’s standard of consciousness in the black community. Though many people were inspired to see so many black people shown in a good light [on the big screen], we have once again been exploited to perpetuate the racist capitalist regime; it also fueled the capitalist and racist manifesto.

Lucy’s Experiment

Lucy was an idea that if only thought of in my past; yet she remained stored in my memory bank [subconsciousness] amongst a plethora of notions regarding things to marry myself with before I passed on to better life. She arrived to me, transported by a vehicle with a hue similar to golden-bronze. In the subconscious realm the vehicle was once trapped and did not have the proper tools to function; but, in fewer respects than most under the spells and control of Lucy —— it seems as though the vehicle gained more intuitive control and is a bit more manageable than usual. Lucy’s identity help me take a night to re-analyze the shape of human consciousness and refined and refined what it meant to be a quality human

I drove one hundred and forty seven miles to meet with Lucy to take her back with me and we got back home later that night; the rest of the night felt like an eternity. On average there would be some possible messing around, because I have many recreational activities that exist in the virtual world [via playstation 4]; but I never once felt the urge to waste time. Even though time dissolved with each waking epoch in time, for each moment I finally actually felt endless with Lucy. We had conversations with our ancestors and the communication was heavy and intense, if anyone else were with us I don’t know how the interaction would have been. But, indubitably only I could experience this to its fullest potential. When we were together it was like a scene from the film [cinematic adventure] “The Avatar”; this scene in particular allowed the indigenous beings of the area located in the rainforest to link their souls together. They carried out this divine performance by interlocking multiple strands of the ends of there hair follicles. At that point, like the avatars I was one with her and thus I felt one with myself.  There was infinite mental stimulation, because for once my communication was meaning something; it was formulating into a truth and depth filled conversation. My favorite qualities were embraced in these moments with myself and Lucy; Frank Ocean’s Endless was amplified through the frequency modulations that had become more audible than before. I took a shower, and the water droplets on the floor of the tub were different; it was most comparable to me being in a rainforest and a canopy showering me as I washed away any remnants of fear or worry in my life. The euphoria lasted for well over twenty-four hours, but the few people I encountered as I exited my homely abode the following morning deteriorated the famous reality Lucy and I had created.

To this day the experience has not been replicated, life out here is a hell [when dealing with other entities that do not or can not match the same frequency]. There are many men and women trapped in the matrix; maybe the readers and listeners of this text have been corrupted by an alternative simulated living. But, some could conjecture that reality is based on multiple simulations that everyone manufacture or fabricate themselves. I live in many dimensions of the mind that unfold every second. The problem with society and why  would possibly not be able to recreate a moment similar to my Lucy experience is because most human beings have been conditioned to live in one-dimensional lifestyles; and exist in limited formats of what life is and could be. I am optimistic for humanity and for my life hereafter, for everyone to experience euphoria and a quality experience in this lifetime as I am participating in, there must be an acknowledgment of existence [that you(we) are here].

Dual Peace

The death of the platinum coated Pontiac identity met its destination 02/25/18. This is a fine venture to exploit at this time for every identity should be pleased to re-welcome an enlightened one amongst the masses; for there is experience to be navigated—— and the dim witted will not survive this cycle in any adjective less than vicious. I’ve seen God in the mirror thinking, complexed on it’s complex and it’s fervent complexity that is stimulating lay repetitious. I’ve allocated and augmented the shell of an entity it to be able to survive and a continuously replicate my grand escape the magic of this dimension, and the line blurred between fantasy and reality has captivated us. I find it supra-difficult to translate omnipresence with the known[discovered] language of what I’ve become. How do I initiate pronouns: we, I, us, them, her, him? I have know divinity for some time now and I am estatic at the serendipity that took place to initiate my our ascension. Many men fear and may even fear fear itself, but what is granted is knowledge from source energy —— there is unothing to be afraid of. Everything that will happening is happening and everything that is happening will happen and continue to; as life should[continue]. New programs

Here’s message I wrote to myself as expected:

I'm happy bout all the illusions that your allure has captured, whether your name is Alori or Aroura Borealis, we can shoot with lights out like if curry was famous photographer, I'm new to this heist now, so what doors am I supposed to master, you a sweet love Im trying not to avoid the rapture I know your license to slay these niggas is all in higher fashion is a lasting passive passion, I listen when you ain't happy I focus when you ain't laughing, I cope, die all alone, I know all [______] ain't wrong, but I kept her heart on in my contact spelled it NBC like she Comcast, New bitches coming they gon last

I tied the knot with a not no notta we was not soul mates but I kept drawing it out, I was a perverted artist I would fantasize about perverting your heart, showing my ego I was trynna match the vibes of the fire and the passion, what's your zodiac ehhh I know it was hot I couldn't compete with your seasons and the image, what's the fashion about, think all my shit is as fly, as turning water to wine, and you whining, I Disconnected the phone, but [___] look like you speed dialing, you the Mona Lisa of [______] I can't tell if you smiling, I need over a million pixels to register if you miraaaging, Elijah, Abraham Jesus call me somebody to get this girl off my nerves so I kill everyboody

The surface has been scratched the loves of my life. Thus tonight is the night that I reconvene for a healthy recuperation. If you’ve made it this far—— tho most previous gallery I’ve been to I tried to revel in what was considered art but looked to be shrouded by a culture with an ego or excessive self awareness.

Disillusioned(supra)

Disillusioned(supra)

Rudolf Bonvie, La chasse photographique, 1982

Petah Coyne

“In ‘Untitled #111 (Little Ed’s Daughter Margaret)’ (2001) an entire, chaotic ecology of tree branches, feathers, hair, wax, ribbons, and tubing cascades down toward the floor. There is an undeniable gorgeousness to these sculptures, a quality that is at once operatic, morbidly autumnal, and evocative of the northern woods, yet they lack energy or focus, and quickly degenerate into pure display, tending towards monumental table arrangements.” (x)