Category Archives: Artwork

Year of the Snake

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Night swallowing itsown tale of snake swallowingits own tail of night. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Seer

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

How little they know,of her flights beyond reason–Her world, winged, widens. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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I Don’t Wanna Work on Daddy’s Farm No More

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

Nesting, she broodedon the future of free range–No claims to hold her. (Artwork by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Disintegration (The Cure)

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

No sitters to tend,solvent to its own winter–If these floors could talk. (Installation by Izumi Yokoyama)

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Girl, Interrupted

Posted on January 17, 2025 by John Biscello

The girl in the chairis no longer the girl in the chair,she is neither here nor there,she is always and forget-me-not,soul-spray and glacial uproarcausing a siege,she is the spidery patternsof her exploded heart,woven in to the ritual symmetryof a fibrous … Continue reading →

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Room to Dream

Posted on January 16, 2025 by John Biscello

Visionary, cinematic shaman, and iconconclastic creative force, David Lynch was one of the most profound influences and inspirations in my life, someone whose work impacted me deep in my core and could move me to tears. Truly and thoroughly one … Continue reading →

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The Trial

Posted on November 12, 2024 by John Biscello

Enlightened, perhaps. God-engorged hormones, maybe. Regardless of why, Joan, you were the rebel prototype long before James Dean zipped up a red jacket, or Marlon Brando mumbled and curled his upperlip into a stylized totem. Before Louise Brooks and Josephine … Continue reading →

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Red Wedding Day

Posted on October 20, 2024 by John Biscello

Hey, little sister, what is it you wish? A nice day for a red wedding A nice day to start again.

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Through a Screen Darkly

Posted on October 15, 2024 by John Biscello

(A review of Lisa 2, v1.0, by Nicholas Rombes) It begins in an irremediable present-tense, a limbo of cirrus and gray, in which the voice of a man, functioning out of narrative necessity, becomes spectral detective to the story of … Continue reading →

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The Bride at Jean Cocteau

Posted on September 26, 2024 by John Biscello

Our experimental chamber film, The Bride, will have its Santa Fe debut, screening at the historic Jean Cocteau Cinema.

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