Category Archives: Artwork

Set Design

Posted on July 1, 2019 by John Biscello

All the maidens had gone extinct. The debutantes too. She found herself in this place, alone, a Bardo stage set for a film that would never be made about women who scorched revolution into the earth while kneading forgiveness, for … Continue reading →

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Pillow Talk

Posted on July 1, 2019 by John Biscello

Rumpled, with a sense of grave toil, and casual slips of crucial error– Was this what love meant, or did? Could that be all? The woman settled into the shape of her day, and pined for something remote and unspecified, … Continue reading →

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Childhood’s Haunt

Posted on July 1, 2019 by John Biscello

As if in a dream, or mottled gloam, she found herself bailing on the small needy child with grotesquely long tapered fingers, she found herself leaving home to an unmarked plot and its numberless ghosts.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Still Life w/ Cuckoos

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Meet Marilyn and James. Film stills from Ballad of the Cuckoos. Indiegogo campaign launching soon. Stay tuned.  

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Slow Burn

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

Out here, things were different. The rough patches felt, if not smoother, then at least manageable. This was also a place where she could check her dreams at the door, and not pay them the kind of mind that always … Continue reading →

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Same As It Ever Was

Posted on June 30, 2019 by John Biscello

It wasn’t her house, her nightgown, her anything. And the old woman in the sun hat snoring like a phlegmatic breeze— Who was she? Existential hangovers are the worst, she thought to herself, as she tried to piece together hazy … Continue reading →

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Reel Time

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

Where was I then, or better yet, who? All night long I listen to the edges of old photographs brushing against the delicate contours of memory, and thank god for windows and doors.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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On Spec

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

Consider the script– Girl, unmade by past trauma, sees angels, and yields.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Mirror Mirror

Posted on June 28, 2019 by John Biscello

The woman, fronting a fable, wondered– Am I the cause, or the effect? No answer forthcoming, she considered splitting, before she turned her back on herself and left.   (Photo by Cindy Sherman)

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Wide Angle

Posted on June 27, 2019 by John Biscello

The waiting wasn’t anything new. It was the open spaces, the promise of breathing room, which was eerily unfamiliar. She catalogued what she had packed, and what she had left behind,. while assuming the burden of distance to match the … Continue reading →

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