Shyarn Koenitz, aka Scurvy Drunkard, is an up-and-coming multimedia artist based in Australia. She first attracted my attention with the paintings she makes with her own blood. Everything she produces is deeply disturbing, and I absolutely love it! Her work touches on themes of fear, body horror, consumption, magic, Eros, and so much else. Who knows what twisted and depraved ideas will come pouring out of her mind at any moment?! See more on her Instagram.
Alas Halloween has ended, and all the gatherings, merrymaking and parties are now already fading into memory. The many rituals, both the intimate and the grand, have left their mark on my spirit. Many lessons have been learned this Samhain, and yet I have only had the slightest peek behind that mysterious Veil. Still during this the darker half of the year, our sense of wonder may ever thrive. My personal studies in magic and witchcraft continue on. There is much more to be written in the Book of Faustus.
Happy Hallowe’en! For visiting today, I give you this blessing.
Tonight with the setting of the Sun, may all thy troubles be undone.
And may the stars in sweet repose, shine light upon all sorrow and woe.
When the waning moon does appear, so shall the waning of thy tears.
The spirits who in darkness dwell, grant thee the power of this spell:
“A year of good fortune, happiness, joy.
May all thy works and charms employ
The very best of all thy skills,
And ‘ere the perfection of thy Will.”
As always my annual glamour-haunt was a spectacle to behold. Unfortunately since it is a fetish ball, not a lot of photos were allowed at the time. Thanks to everyone who came out. In six days is Halloween, the High Unholy Holiday of Satan’s people. I will be hosting another Black Mass of Desecration after dark. Local folks, feel free to message me for an invite!
And I saw a woman sit upon a scarlet coloured beast, full of names of blasphemy, having seven heads and ten horns. And the woman was arrayed in purple and scarlet colour, and decked with gold and precious stones and pearls, having a golden cup in her hand full of abominations and filthiness of her fornication. And upon her forehead was a name written, MYSTERY, BABYLON THE GREAT, THE MOTHER OF HARLOTS AND ABOMINATIONS OF THE EARTH. – Apocalypse, Ch. 17