check out: rick homosurrealism #57
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rick castro- matthew steele- alex smith: miracle veer- scooter laforge-
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4/3/20
8/9/19
HOMOSURREALISM DTLA
HOMOSURREALISM DTLA
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| RICK CASTRO: MR. BEAN BAG 1990 |
featuring
Viktor Safonkin
Wayne Halllowell
Scooter LaForge
Brian Butler
Rinaldo Hopff
Luis Fargo
Edmund Simpson
Ron Kibble
Massmiliano Usai
Piotr Urbaniak
Mark Kiska
Rick Castro
Matthew Steele
Michael Schmidt
performance by "A Boy Named Pony"
curated by Jack Sanders
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| RON KIBBLE |
one night only
August 23rd 8pm- 12midnight
Touchon & Co Gallery
1100 S. Main St.
Los Angeles, CA 90015
817 944 7084
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| SCOOTER LAFORGE
HOMOSURREALISM IN L.A.- ONE NIGHT ONLY!
you are cordially invited to attend and experience HOMOSURREALISM HORROR SHOW!
HOMMOSURREALISM art movement; cerebrates Homosurrealism Horror Show.
The Homosurrealism movement pop- up exhibitions has been presented in Paris, London, New Orleans, and Hollywood. Past artists and attendees have included Kenneth Anger, Bruce LaBruce, Piotr Urbaniak, Michael Schmidt
and many others.
HOMOSURREALISM DTLA will be at Touchon & Co. Gallery on August 23rd, Friday eve, 2019, 8pm till 12midnight, featuring live music by “A Boy Named Pony”, artworks by Russian artist Viktor Solonkis, Virginian, Wayne Hallowell,
L.A. local Rick Castro, Scooter LaForge from NYC, and many others.
ONE NIGHT ONLY
AUGUST 23RD- 8PM- 12MIDNIGHT
TOUCHON & CO. GALLERY
1100 S. MAIN ST.
LOS ANGELES, CA 90015
817 944 7084
Jack Sanders founder & host- Homosurrealism
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2/18/19
CHECK OUT RICK CASTRO- HOMOSURREALISM- PARIS
*** ONE NIGHT ONLY ***
Don't miss Homosurrealism Paris 2019,
a collective exhibition of international artists co-organize with Emmanuel Barrouyer,
polish artist Piotr Mariusz Urbaniak and presented by Jack Sanders (International Founder / USA).
Friday, February 22th from 19 pm, at the bar Les Souffleurs.
33 international artists will present their work!
Come many 💋
Photo 'Sacred Heart', © Emmanuel Barrouyer, 2018
— at Les Souffleurs.
12/11/18
12/8/18
4/7/16
THE TORTURE GARDEN
PRESENTS
THE TORTURE GARDEN
(artist~ rick castro)
GROUP EXHIBITION
INSPIRED BY THE FETISHISTIC NOVEL
BY OCTAVE MIRBEAU IN 1899.
~FEATURING ARTISTS~
DAVID CROCKER
ELAINE PARKS
KAI TEICHERT
KAI TEICHERT
VIELA VALENTIN
RICK CASTRO
NATHAN HORNER
MACKENZIE FEDORUK
JOHN HALE
JOHN HALE
LIVE PERFORMANCE BY~
ALCHEMIO
ALCHEMIO
OPENING RECEPTION
APRIL 16TH
7PM TILL 9PM
$5 COVER
(artist~ elaine parks)
The Torture Garden
is a novel written by the French novelist Octave Mirbeau, published in 1899. groundbreaking and shocking to this day, Mirabeau created a dialog about fetish fantasies, desires & nightmares long before culture was ready to accept. perhaps we are still not ready? nevertheless curator Rick Castro explores mirabeau's ideas with the help of seven of his best artists.
is a novel written by the French novelist Octave Mirbeau, published in 1899. groundbreaking and shocking to this day, Mirabeau created a dialog about fetish fantasies, desires & nightmares long before culture was ready to accept. perhaps we are still not ready? nevertheless curator Rick Castro explores mirabeau's ideas with the help of seven of his best artists.
about antebellum hollywood~
now is it's 11th year antebellum hollywood is the only fetish art gallery in the world.
owner rick castro curates art as fetish on a monthly basis.
antebellum is intended as a salon for presentation of original ideas and 21st century culture, with a full awareness of the past.
(artist~ mackenzie fedoruk)
"Alas, the gates of life never swing open except upon death, never open except upon the palaces and gardens of death. And the universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden. Blood everywhere and, where there is most life, horrible tormentors who dig your flesh, saw your bones, and retract your skin with sinister, joyful faces. ~"The Torture Garden," Chapter 9
(artist~ nathan horner)
"Ah, yes! the Torture Garden! Passions, appetites, greed, hatred, and lies; law, social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion: these are its monstrous flowers and its hideous instruments of eternal human suffering. What I saw today, and what I heard, is no more than a symbol to me of the entire earth. I have vainly sought a respite in quietude and repose in death, and I can find them nowhere. ~
"The Torture Garden," Chapter 9
1/5/15
10/4/14
3/20/13
THE ART OF DRUMMER~ OPENING NIGHT
opening night for THE ART OF DRUMMER was like a surreal erotic landscape.
once again ANTEBELLUM has been transformed into something totally new and unique.
you can check out some opening nite pics here~
MORE TO COME!
wednesdays~ tea salon~ 5pm till 7pm
thursdays thru saturdays~ 1pm till 7pm
$5 cover
happy hour every saturday~ 6pm till 8pm~ $5 drinks!
for more info~ antebellum2013@att.net
photos courtesy~ $ex artiste! & hugbear of hollywood & sharp~ hollywood/antebellum correspondents
2/17/13
2/7/13
POMPEIAN MUMMIES
Pompeian mummies & c.1963 Alessandro Bavari
repost courtesy~ rick mechtly~ valley village/antebellum correspondent
12/26/12
BORN WITH THREE MOUTHS
Split tongue woman with three mouths, does split tongue tricks and talks about her body modifications and body art performance.
film project by the photographer Alva Bernadine.
repost courtesy~ alva bernadine~ london/antebellum correspondent
4/8/12
4/4/12
3/1/12
2/25/12
PLASTIC SURGERY SERIAL KILLER
Plastic Surgery Serial Killer, #2
by Dean Littner
One thing I noticed from my recent plastic surgeries was that getting sliced up hurts but it's well worth it. I had 5 friends suddenly disappear and leave me surgeries in their Wills/suicide notes, how convenient and nice and unrelated to any of my doing… I went from an aging bed model that couldn’t get steady work to an on fire bed model superstar! Even Marco (the best bed model of all time) got jealous of my resurgence and new success. All of this was fun but my goal was not simply to be a great bed model and get work again. Entering my late thirties made me realize that I needed stability and reason in my life, therefore, I planned on using my fake looks to marry rich and be set for life. I started paying more attention to things like Doctors, Lawyers, Politicians, and Drug Lords. These things made money. I also started thinking about generativity (a big word). Generativity is the need to raise a family and thus produce free nursing care. Why pay someone for health care when you can guilt a son into changing crapped sheets while fitting you into a comfy diaper, right? Luckily, I already had a son (my 3 year old Justice); I just needed to start teaching him things like words and how to do more than fix me a cocktail.
I met very rich Dr. Steve during my last hair plug session. Sparkling on his wrist was an expensive Lange& Sohne Tourbograph watch and that meant there were boats, beach houses, and tropical vacations till the end of days if Dr. Steve was my husband. I couldn’t wait to sleep my way into his life and I casually mentioned that I was single.
“Let’s fly to San Francisco tonight and eat at my favorite restaurant La Folie,” Dr. Steve suggested to me.
I had my friend Julita watch little Justice and I hopped a jet with Dr. Steve to San Francisco. Dinner was divine, the baby shark stuffed with foie gras and gourmet snickers bars was experiential. We took a walk along the wharf and then booked the Penthouse Suite at the Fairmont Hotel. The Dr. had only seen my outside and he wanted in real bad.
“I’m ready for that hole,” Dr. Steve alerted as I slinked out of the shower and onto the silk sheets where he waited with a plump hard on.
Just as I began to mount Dr. Steve, something terrible happened. My hole made noises, “Chugga chugga chugga chugga,” it chugged and then there were a series of internal crashing sounds that grew loud and unpleasant.
“What the hell is that?” Dr. Steve questioned as his hard on started to melt away.
“It’s just what’s going on inside… look at my pretty new face and try to ignore it,”I explained.
Dr. Steve started to get off the bed in disgust, “You need to fix whatever that is before we move forward with anything else, I’ll call a car for you, please go...”
I needed a new hole if I was gonna bag Dr. Steve or anyone capable of taking care of my financial future. I also needed a new victim. I mean, I also needed a new surgery that someone really meant for me not them.
The next day, I waited across the street from an anal reconstructive surgery outlet and watched the patients limp in and out all day. Finally, I found a little old lady struggling to her car; she looked like she had been through a lot of train crashes in her day.
I approached her and said, “Hi, I’m Dean, I, uh shit, I meant to say I’m Deanaldo, how are you today?”
“Oh hi, I’m Emily,” She said sweetly, “and I’d be perfect if all my poopy parts worked dandy enough but I’ll tell you a secret, they don’t,” she painfully smiled.
“Aww,”I frowned.
Emily continued, “When I was your age, I was what you’d call a pudding pop or a cream berry, I didn’t want to get pregnant so I took each and every man into my fudge kitchen and we cooked and we cooked.”
“That’s my story too Emily!” I embraced her.
“I feel so close to you Deanaldo,” Emily looked at my face, “would you like to come home with me and be the son I never had or… just some sex? I know I’m a little old for you but you don’t look like you care…”
Later that week, I took Emily’s anal reconstructive surgery appointment. She wrote the Surgeon a note stating that I could have her surgery because she left the country “for charity work in Malawi” and would never be back, the end.
I jumped into the stirrups and told the Surgeon, “I’m begging you, make this hole whole again Doctor.”
The Surgeon injected highly pressurized waste water deep into my cavity resulting in oil and gas products exiting my hole, also known as fracking. After a barrier of rock was removed, a camera was inserted to explore what else was in there. I watched on the screen as the camera traveled deeper and deeper inside me. Suddenly, a bright green glow manifested on the screen revealing an internal phosphorescent ecosystem. There were organisms in there that had not been seen living on our earth for at least 50 million years.
“Burn it!” I yelled.
The Surgeon pleaded, “But but think of the world inside you but but science.”
“Burn it all down!”
The Surgeon torched every living thing inside me, removed the debris, sliced off yards of skin, and installed a dial that let me choose which age I wanted my hole to be. I never go above 17…
reposting courtesy~ david stern~ los angeles/antebellum correspondent
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