Welcome to Dov's dripping brainpan. Sometimes delicious, sometimes crunchy, sometimes mysterious... Serving up fried urchin and visual, audio, cranial bits - hand selected by one mad lannik and put here on display by a riddle and an avalanche.
Reassembling The Self started as a collaboration between artist Susan Aldworth and a team of neuroscientists and clinicians at the Institute of Neuroscience at Newcastle University, UK.
Centred in a study of the condition of schizophrenia, it weaves together art, science, psychiatry and individual histories in an extraordinary exploration of self, perception and the fragility of human identity.
Exhibition runs from 16 September until 11 October 2014
A Whitechaplain is dead, and the whole world is emptier for it, even though most don’t know it.
I know this won’t mean much to most of you guys. The long and short of it is, a friend from the first place on the internet I ever felt at home has died recently. I’m not sure what the official C of D will be listed as, but it was heroin addiction that killed him. Addiction and a bastard world that didn’t deserve him, and rarely appreciated him.
A friend of his says that this song was among his favorites.
So, here’s to you, Flecky. To borrow a phrase from Dr. Thompson, he was one of God’s own prototypes. Too weird to live, too rare to die. Sleep well, man.
My activity there has mostly been in a Read Only state this year but that forum still is a very important part of my personal and creative life. Every single time I read Flecky’s Open Mic posts I knew I was reading the thoughts of a guy much stronger than I was who had gone through much more than I had. He didn’t make it seem easy, but he made it seem possible.