Christian Maryclay and The Clock
Christian Marclay and “The Clock”
Clock tower by rahurns
In 1964, Andy Warhol made “Empire,” an 8–hour film consisting of a single slow-motion shot of the Empire State Building as seen from the Time–Life Building.
Other than exterior floodlights coming on and off, there is no narrative but “time” itself—as captured in one hours–long period one unremarkable evening, and as expended by anyone wat
Color of the Sky
There is little color in the maze that extends below the asphalt and concrete of New York City. Vast pipes and channels penetrate the surface, tearing black holes into the ground, forming the entirety of the sewers. These formations compete against metro tubes and power supply lines for space, structuring the below-ground-environment in a seemingly chaotic way.
There is little color on the paths the four brothers frequent. They avoid the construction sites, stay away from illuminated subway tunnels, do not approach areas with bright light. The almost exclusive darkness lingering in the tunnels and adjacent service rooms annihilates everything, leaving only faint reminders that there also exist something else than black and grey.
There is a little color in the abandoned places they use as hideout and choose to call home. Little by little they collected objects of utility, articles made out of plastic, articles possessing a brilliant color, articles bringing a variation into their home t
I, Alone - Ch 1
A rogue Foot soldier finally acts on a long suffering obsession he has on a certain turtle whom he is convinced is destined to be his soul mate. A dark tale of madness, cruelty, obsession and abuse. Not for the faint of heart. Consider yourself warned. Set some years after 2k12 show with one change from the show: their age order being Leo, Don, Raph and Mikey who is only 16 in this story.
Rated M - for violence and gore, non-con, strong sexual content, strong language
Featuring: Michelangelo, Malcolm: a rogue Foot soldier, Leo, Raph, Karai, April, Splinter
Chapter 1 – Indiscretion
The spires of the stone church rose high, so high, he thought if he just reached out, his fingertips could maybe just brush the bottom of the stars. They were so pretty; twinkling in the dark like . . . well, like how stars were supposed to look. It was rare to see them. The haze from the city smog and pollution usually