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a.k.a Freddy Mercury

for TRAX magz cover



and another one gone.. and another one gone..
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oil & acrylic on panel (20" x 24")
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Art Asylum Boston
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my rendering in charcoal of Odilon Redon's noir La Mort: Mon ironie dépasse toutes les autres! 1889.

the title of the piece is actually the first line of an excerpt of dialogue from Gustave Flaubert's La Tentation de Saint Antoine for which Redon composed a series of illustrations. in it, Death personified speaks. here is the complete text of that fragment which accompanied Redon's drawing and served as its 'title':

La Mort: Mon ironie dépasse toutes les autres! Il y a des convulsions de plaisir aux funérailles des rois, à l'extermination d'un peuple;—et on fait la guerre avec de la musique, des panaches, des drapeaux, des harnais d'or, un déploiement de cérémonie pour me rendre plus d'hommages.

(Eng: "Death: My irony surpasses all others! There are convulsions of pleasure at the funerals of kings, at the extermination of a people—and war is waged with music, plumes, flags, gold harnesses, a whole ceremonious display to render me greater homage.")
that said, it is actually from a description that later follows that Redon appears to've taken the material for his image (particularly the part in bold):

Death [to Lust]: It is I who renders you serious; let us embrace!

Death sniggers, Lust roars. They take each other by the waist and together sing:

-I hasten the decay of matter!
-I help to scatter seeds!
-You destroy, for my renewing!
-You breed, for my destroying!
-Make me more potent!
-Impregnate me where I rot!

And their voice, whose rolling echoes fill the horizon, becomes so loud that Anthony falls flat on his back.

A tremor, from time to time, makes him open his eyes; and he discerns in the darkness before him a kind of monster.
It is a death's head with a crown of roses. It rises above a woman's torso, pearly white. Beneath this, a shroud starred with dots of gold acts as a sort of tail—and the whole body undulates, as might a gigantic worm lifting upright.

The vision dims, disappears.
Anthony gets up.


Anthony: It was yet again the Devil, and in his double guise: the spirit of fornication and the spirit of destruction.
Neither of the two can terrify me. I reject happiness, and I feel eternal.
Death is then a mere illusion, a veil, masking in places the continuity of life...
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