The grey early morning light fell across the white linen of the sheets and bandages in the most striking way. Highlighting the smooth, cold, sterile atmosphere the environment presented to the viewer. The moans of some of the newer patients would start very soon, but for now the dormitory was cloaked in static silence.
The room carried within itself a spectrum of odors, especially at this strange time of the morning, of cold coffee, fresh coffee, the remnants of Chinese take-out, roses, carnations, orchids, and A&D ointment. As well as burnt hot dogs.
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Maps Under Glass Peer into smudged eyes,
Shatter the plaster cast of you're self sentient death mask. Maps under glass, Like a Templar's mass. Reality cloaked in deception, Truer than the false face in which we masquerade. Maps under glass, Like a Templar's mass. Peer into smudged eyes, Midnight colour strewn with a dreaming hollow face, In waking time, one who mastered the dance but never the race. An illusory guise is deception's mid-wife. Bodies in retrograde turn and briefly surmise: Meat which once lived is now to be consumed by flies, This is to be the organic matter's demise; how quickly it comes when time. Peer into smudged eyes, Shatter the plaster cast of you're self sentient death mask. Maps under glass, Like a Templar's mass. -Steven Lee Matz It's quite undeniable that the codex of underground art in the Denver scene is the tome of subversive thought you now lay you're eyes upon. Let you're eyes take in the spectrum of the color coded cartoons, collages, and portraits. The art revolution has has begun!
All of our dreams hold the same basic architecture, remnants of where we have been or where we are going. The season is changing, the weather is growing colder and the blossoms of spring are long gone. Life is created and manifested, not destined. Bearing all of this in mind, I will say that the entries contained herein are documentation of Pupa into Chrysalis into New Birth. Mind you that all is as it seems, for this is a tome of the revolutionary mind. We exist in an atmosphere of dread and anxiety, and are taught to fear everything. The real pandemic is the futility of life in a society which maintains itself off the ignorance and most base desires of it's citizenry! Mimeograph the panic and you mitigate the masses, logic and reason withers and dies in the spectrum of fear. The world will end, the bubble will burst, and the proverbial pond will undoubtedly ripple; but what do you ever really learn from it all? It's all just a color coded almanac of Hermetic leanings anyway, like autumn in Denver. The streets cold and covered with fallen leaves, much like it's people, many of whom are sad and clothed in broken dreams. The real pandemic is despair, and it's victims seek their respite in dispensaries, liquor stores, bars, and early morning gas stations filled with that special sort of loneliness akin only to the variety of desolation one finds in strip clubs or churches. Steven Lee Matz Presents: "Victims of Policy"
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A great specter is looming over the art world: the specter of Inter|Sekt. For far too long we have watched the artists of our generation turned into a disposable commodity, bought and sold by the galleries, stifled in their expression by the tastes of the art consultants who purchase pieces on behalf of financially minded clients who want a "solid investment".
They have been amalgamated into schools, said schools are a device of gallerists and art historians to divide and conquer the creatives and free thinkers. For we live in a nation which thinks itself to be free yet is not, they expect the same of their artists. Our culture has been raped and plundered by the upper echelon, picked apart and sold by the same greed mongers who claim to be it's patrons. The tool which has most effectively stunted the growth of modern American art in particular is the clever indoctrination of this idea of schools to not only the art student but anyone whom even reads a brief survey of the history of art sees that it is broken up into these categorized schools; the philosophies of these various sects creates conflict, division, and ultimately destruction of the morale and submission to the established order. Thus rendering the creative spirit confused and useless. This helps curb the rebellious spirit of the average citizen outside of the art world in other spheres of society. Art history is a lie and galleries are dens of thieves! Inter|Sekt is not destroying the schools or the galleries, we are simply showing you they were never real, at least not in a world outside of that constructed by academics to sell text books to art students. The reign of the gallerists and art consultants is over when you want it to be. From the ashes of the indoctrinated schools of every form of art shall arise The New World Creative. -Steven Lee Matz- The inter|sekt manifesto
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September 2021
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