Taken from the INSIDE artzine #15
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Taken from the INSIDE artzine #15
Taken from the INSIDE artzine #12
Taken from the INSIDE artzine #14
|Yeah. Time journey. Back. Downwards. Into the dark times when INSIDE artzine was spreading its pernicious message with the carcinogenic toner out from the copier into the world. When hunger- and / or drug-contaminated baby hands (mine ones) in the sweat of their brow were thrashing the staples into the flesh of the innocent artzine. Anyone remembering the cover of INSIDE artzine #4? (See www.artscum.org/inside-artzine-4). Thierry Gayrard! Magical black-and-white power, full to the brim with cocks, boobs, dark sex, lacquered lunacy. This was 21 years ago. Thierry has unfortunately submerged in the
bottomless nothing of time, but his legacy is still there. In this soft cover stunner, for example. Trenchant, black-and-white SM art, full to the brim with – right – cocks, boobs, lacquered lunacy.
Plus domina-trixes, dancers, fetish models, contortionists, ponygirls, slaves, whips.
|Mostly all together. And with one another. And everything drawn in black and white grandeur, without any grey shades, and arranged in an elegant symmetrical style. And, as is right and proper for a stringent exceptional artist, one talent is not enough. In addition to the black pencil having roved about in many books, there is both the sewing needle and the tattoo needle to be covered with glory. The tailormade costumes the models wear are anabsolutely crazy realization of his drawings, and pierced into innocent skin, the drawings look even more fascinating. Just have a look at it! And if anyone knows the name of the planet where Thierry Gayrard has escaped to, please send an email to the INSIDE artzine|
Louis Fleischauer – Flesh Art
Hardcover, 17x24cm, ca.120 p., 28 Euro + 4€(ger)/11€(eu)/19€(world)
Purchase: Paypal: firstname.lastname@example.org (+ your address)
|Holy fucking shit. This is going to be extreme. Extreme beauty meets extreme pain meets extreme ecstasy. I freely admit that some of these works lie beyond my physical resilience, but whoever reads a magazine like this (i.e. YOU) generally likes to open up to the upwardly cracked Richter scale of limit experiences. So feel free to dive into this great high-gloss book full of photographs, announcements, and insanity. Louis’ works can be roughly divided into three levels of consciousness: 1. The surface. The fashion he puts on mostly female surfaces blows the convenience of the mere morality-prescribed cladding and creates new definitions. Apart from starkly awesome corsages or intimidating, erotic neck-face masks, there may appear, for example, completely freaked-out Cthulhu wings on the deities’ backs.
Level 2: Beneath the surface. The performance “Physical Pain” by Louis and his gang is a passion
|being way beyond the simple piercing of the skin with hooks and needles. It is a state of liberation from one’s own limits. The shift of borders is a challenge which crackles in each of the pictures of the various shows through the eyes of the shamans who hang in their skins.
Level 3: Outerspace. This is not – only – about beautiful pictures (of which there are a lot of in this book, though) or red blood. It’s about the dimension opening up behind. About the magic space of doing what satisfies, enhances, and frees your innermost inside. Read his manifest at the beginning of the book, his announcements between the pictures, and the interview outtakes at the end and you will find out quickly how befuddling and deep his fascinating art cosmos is. Survive this book or don’t. But have a look at it. jz
Taken from the INSIDE artzine #18