ficus sutra two

February 19th, 2009

ficus sutra two

Martian Sunset on Inauguration Night

February 5th, 2009


Martian Sunset on Inauguration Night from mIEKAL aND on Vimeo.

Still no signs of change in West Lima Wisconsin but the bewitching Martian sunset is broadcasting at a frequency unlike anything I’ve ever seen.

Music, photography & video by mIEKAL aND

HOPE IS DOPE

February 5th, 2009


Hope is Dope from mIEKAL aND on Vimeo.
America is shooting up. Hope is an addiction.

No Sign of Barack Obama in West Lima, Wisconsin

February 5th, 2009


No Sign of Barack Obama in West Lima, Wisconsin from mIEKAL aND on Vimeo.

People are on rooftops, looking, waiting, hoping.

Timelapse by Liaizon Wakest

McCant

February 5th, 2009

McCant—Plan A

McCant—Plan A


McCant—Plan B

McCant—Plan B


McCant—Plan C

McCant—Plan C


McCant—Plan D

McCant—Plan D


McCant—Plan E

McCant—Plan E


McCant—Plan F

McCant—Plan F

Bushwhack

February 4th, 2009

bushmouth

King George mutters farewell

B U S H W H A C K

The End is InSight realized by Lubrication

January 13th, 2009
soundtracks for these times

soundtracks for these times

 

NEW FROM WET SAINT

Soundtracks collected from the past 5 years. Immersive sampling, exoteric audio surgery, collaborations with wave forms, recombinative tracking as compositions underscore sounds unwound & recoiled. Lubrication is mIEKAL aND with dusty samples, lofi smatterings of animals, insects & clouds. Illustrations free of the text & waiting for the right moment to be heard.

Download the complete album here:

The End is InSight performed by Lubrication

ficus sutra one

January 11th, 2009
ficus sutra one

ficus sutra one

automatic glyphwork from Cascajal tablet

January 10th, 2009
automatic glyphwork from the Cascajal tablet

automatic glyphwork from the Cascajal tablet

Photo found 30 years ago

January 9th, 2009

I knew not how this consciousness at last glided away from me; but waking in the morning, I shudderingly remembered it all, and for days and weeks and months afterwards I lost myself in confounding attempts to explain the mystery.

I knew not how this consciousness at last glided away from me; but waking in the morning, I shudderingly remembered it all, and for days and weeks and months afterwards I lost myself in confounding attempts to explain the mystery.