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Non-Emotional Validation: The Non-Series. "Astartes" was apparently made by *one* *guy* and has more quality in its 13 minutes than entire series have. Even if you have no friggen' clue about what's going on in the Warhammer 40K universe, this is substantially badass.
With the development of tools of video production, perhaps one should figure out a new ecosystem of creator driven (as opposed to moneyman) productions, especially with the fading importance of actors, real sets or animators. Makoto Shinkai made Voices of a Distant Star by himself after all. (and subsequently grew into Your Name at highest grossing anime film) ....Or perhaps that is how it has always have worked, see how Hidaki Anno started out with Daicon.

From a general systems theory perspective, it is more feasible to grow a small success than to improve a large failure.

The doujinshi scene is probably the real fuel behind much of manga and anime.
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As for emotional validation, just about all media and anime is about it. Wh40k is validation for "tough men making tough decisions."

The question is whether the creation validates the viewer, or the producer. Woe is the consumer that likes the comfort of the product and fancy themselves as a creator when the latter is about cut-throat competition that crushes all but the toughest.

This is a common fantasy. The "fading importance" of actors and animators? Not so. Respectfully, just wishful thinking. Highly skilled people need time to become highly skilled at what they do. The internet has wrongly influenced some into thinking that *anyone* can do anything in 5 minutes. It's just not possible.

When someone sees someone else's work, and find out they did it themselves - it must be easy also? Not true.

Working in the media with highly talented people, along with a thorough understanding of the small army required to go from point A to a finished movie, TV show or short, it's not a sensible proposition.

I was telling a new hire where I work - who is also highly skilled - that some think writing fiction is easy. I compared it to handing a football to some random guy walking past our building and telling him he would be playing pro football in the NFL the following day.
 
Peter Jackson was threatening to remake The Dam Busters for a while. That seems to have been shelved though.

I look forward to the dog.

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It was to be renamed 'Nigsy'. A plausible diminutive of the original rather than a complete change.
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNpX9fs41_s
 
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Wh40k is validation for "tough men making tough decisions."


Most stories will have characters who do the right thing finding out that they've done the right thing. but there is a disturbing trend in modern storytelling, especially in the rapidly decaying American comic book and animation industry, to make the story *all* *about* the "hero" being repeatedly and constantly validated.
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That's a *bad* message, in both literature and reality.

Coming from what you might think is the opposite end of the political spectrum, I agree absolutely. Real stories have conflicts that continue after the apparent ending. I despise those that think of their readers or audiences as nothing more than consumers, and consumers who want nothing more than validation. I like escapist entertainment, but that's because its entertainment and I don't assume that it presents me with truth.
 
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Entertainment should be entertaining. It should not be about issue advocacy. Escapist is the wrong word. Looking back to antiquity, the stories of heroes overcoming impossible odds is entertaining and uplifting. As my employer, and head writer, told us: "I want heroes that are heroic!" And I'll add - NOTHING LESS.

American comic books are produced by large entities like Warner Media who take and twist heroes into not-heroes or sort-of heroes. Sort of. They take villains and turn them into ultra-psychopaths. At Marvel, now owned by Disney, very uncreative things are happening. Why? Because they can. The classic Doctor Doom is now God-Emperor Doom as if there is no limit. Wrong. The limit has been reached, they are out of original ideas and only have a blender to recycle old, established characters. And that's what it is - a large recycling program. They think coming up with new names and new costumes is all that really matters. Wrong again. Creating truly interesting characters requires a level of creativity that bean-counters and those in management can't help with. Giving fan boys important positions results in fan boy level results.

And good stories - even though fictional - contain truth. There is no way around that.
 
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Most stories will have characters who do the right thing finding out that they've done the right thing. but there is a disturbing trend in modern storytelling, especially in the rapidly decaying American comic book and animation industry, to make the story *all* *about* the "hero" being repeatedly and constantly validated.
Entertainment should be entertaining. It should not be about issue advocacy. Escapist is the wrong word. Looking back to antiquity, the stories of heroes overcoming impossible odds is entertaining and uplifting. As my employer, and head writer, told us: "I want heroes that are heroic!" And I'll add - NOTHING LESS.
American comic book/animation industry? :D Lol, its dead since the 1956 comic code. The zombie just lurch in circles off golden age ideas for decades.

The puritans killed comics because "think of the children", and they will continue to kill it even if their god have changed. ...America was founded (and sustained) by people too crazy for Europe... *sigh*
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As for validation, perhaps you haven't looked at modern anime and manga in any detail. Entire genres of "Super hot girls fall from the sky" (literally) or "Random reincarnation with literal god granted powers" (to either dominate, or do open a trinket shop somehow) have grown, on basis of cold hard market popularity. The deep honesty of the Japanese light novel scene is kind of amazing, in that entire wish fulfillment plots is spoiled in the title.

What is media like that? It is not about the hero's journey in finding a new role model or even tracking the development of a character over time, but about self projection into a position of greater comfort.

Basically, it is porn.

Modern "woke" media with ass kicking wimxn is likely build around the same psychology. Genres like romance has always been this since the start.

For people looking for porn, an actual hero is not liked if not hated out right. The hero's character that enables success only triggers envy, shame and hatred. For a power fantasy the character for the viewer to project into should have identifying characteristics that match the viewer and, most importantly, not have real virtues that the viewer themselves feel they lack. These constraints can make the plot nonsensical, and literal Deus Ex Machina is invoked to get it to work.

With increasing failures of family formation, reproduction and increasing atomization, "cope fiction" will only grow. It helps that single adults have huge amounts of disposable income and decent amount of time to consume product.


I've not read any of the 40K books, but I get the sense that the stories are 99% "tough men doing tough things against overwhelming odds," and 1% "tough men being told to suck it up and get on to the next assignment." This is infinitely preferable to stories where the tough men are being constantly told how awesome they are. That's a *bad* message, in both literature and reality.
Wh40k is like memetic Soviet Union romance taken to its end point. The setting do have greater projective appeal than other sci-fi universes however: it is the only one where the baseline human is relevant and critical for a civilization of that scale. There is lots of schizo-tech that enables dude with a gun to be relevant in a conflict with millions of planet cracking ships.

It is Awe. The individual to imaginatively connect to endless span of time and space, from depth of history to far into the history.

It is a fantasy about meaning and importance in the grand scheme of things in a time of irrelevance, atheism and nihilism. (at least for those identify with IOM rabble: there is many ways to enjoy 40k as it is a big setting)

As fantasy about meaning, the message is about "despite your own weakness, you can be important in a project that stretches your imagination." This is different from power fantasy about "despite your current weakness, you can be powerful" or a social acceptance fantasy.

There is also the reaffirmation of "the ends justify the means" frame of action that some people like, but it is not unique to the setting as one can find the perfect example in "the cold equations."
 
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Giving fan boys important positions results in fan boy level results.

And if that was what was happening, that'd be great. Look at Star Trek: Enterprise: first three seasons were dictated by suits; first three seasons sucked and are unmemorable. Fourth season, the suits lost interest and turned the show over to fanboys... and the fourth season was awesome. Now look at modern Trek: there are many stories of people applying to work on these shows and being rejected when HR finds out that they are fans of Trek, and hired when the portray themselves as uninterested/unfamiliar. The end result has been shows like STD and STP which have no more similarity to actual Trek than Herbie the Love Bug has to a Maus.

As for comics, a *lot* of them are clearly self-inserts by the authors, used to write revenge fantasies against people who dared to point out that they're weirdos. See the "I Am Not Starfire" fiasco.
 
The puritans killed comics because "think of the children", and they will continue to kill it even if their god have changed. ...America was founded (and sustained) by people too crazy for Europe... *sigh*

And crazy can be awesome... depending on the crazy. The kind of crazy that leads people to do insanely dangerous things like explore and expand and exploit and colonize and risk and invest... *THAT* way leads greatness. The kind of crazy that leads people to screech and glue their heads to roadways... gah.


As for validation, perhaps you haven't looked at modern anime and manga in any detail. Entire genres of "Super hot girls fall from the sky" (literally) or "Random reincarnation with literal god granted powers" (to either dominate, or do open a trinket shop somehow) have grown, on basis of cold hard market popularity. The deep honesty of the Japanese light novel scene is kind of amazing, in that entire wish fulfillment plots is spoiled in the title.

I don't pay much attention to manga for exactly that reason. I've seen enough of it (through such things as the Terrible Writing Advice channel on YouTube and similar outlets) to know that there are apparently a *lot* of the same storyline, over and over. The whole "harem" thing is just... weird. Less said about tentacles the better.
 
IF you're disappointed that Foundation has jumped the shark, Invasion is decent so far.
 
As a cartoonist I have the opinion that all the evil that this guy projected in his art was nothing more than the product of a very sick mind. Maybe it was a good thing that he managed to relieve the inner pressure instead of doing worse. If Hitler had been allowed into art school...:mad:
 
As a cartoonist I have the opinion that all the evil that this guy projected in his art was nothing more than the product of a very sick mind.

Difficult to read caption: "I'm not sure the general public is ready for this, Foster"

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As a cartoonist I have the opinion that all the evil that this guy projected in his art was nothing more than the product of a very sick mind. Maybe it was a good thing that he managed to relieve the inner pressure instead of doing worse. If Hitler had been allowed into art school...:mad:
As they say, art is subjective.
My art teacher once told me that it's only art that makes hair bris up, but both pleasure and horror produce the same effect.;)
 
A 1960s artwork stunner, this time by Mel Hunter, depicting the pre-Mariner IV version of Mars...

Makes you wonder if Human attempts to terraform Mars might involve canals (probably not but...).
 
As a cartoonist I have the opinion that all the evil that this guy projected in his art was nothing more than the product of a very sick mind. Maybe it was a good thing that he managed to relieve the inner pressure instead of doing worse. If Hitler had been allowed into art school...:mad:
The guy was involved in weird dark stuff. It isnt just him who manifested that same distinct art. They were part of a ceremonial magic group called the typhonian order. Giger flirted with it for awhile. Dont recommend looking into it. Not healthy mentally or spiritually.
 
As a cartoonist I have the opinion that all the evil that this guy projected in his art was nothing more than the product of a very sick mind. Maybe it was a good thing that he managed to relieve the inner pressure instead of doing worse. If Hitler had been allowed into art school...:mad:
The guy was involved in weird dark stuff. It isnt just him who manifested that same distinct art. They were part of a ceremonial magic group called the typhonian order. Giger flirted with it for awhile. Dont recommend looking into it. Not healthy mentally or spiritually.
TMA-1 (Tycho Magnetic Anomaly One)???:)
 
I regret to inform you all that if you watch Dune you may be ideologically contaminated. Apparently it's fat shaming.

The reviewer was pleased that Villeneuve didn't associate homosexuality with villainy, but was outraged the the Baron was still fat (so was Thufir Hawat, but they ignored that). Not one word about an actor's ability to convey a characters thoughts, the composition, soundscape, or palette - just the projected semiotics and ideology. The actual craft of filmmaking means nothing to these new philistines, they're only concerned with their own blinkered ideological gratification.

If you must:

 
In France is something happing
Hooray for weird!
As a side note, Charlotte Rampling was in an adaptation of Bilal, Immortal, in 2004, as well as Melancholia and Dune. She sure has taste. I wonder if she'll be in this? She's an English national treasure alongside Judi Dench and Helen Mirren.
 
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Art is not subjective. Real art that is, NOT throwing paint against the canvas. There are rules, there are standards. As an assistant art director where I work, I'm involved in critiquing covers and other art. Those rules mean art is a communications medium. If an artist makes "markings" and he only knows why those marks are there, it fails to communicate anything.
 
Imagine a remake of the Battle of Britain with modern BBC actors and values.
Weeeeeeeeeeel, I once wrote a "What if Disney made a "Honor Harrington" movie" for David Weber's fan group...

(sorry for typos, it was google-translared; I lacked time for a proper translation then)
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Foreword: against the background of the starry sky, a woman's voice with a slight accent says “When we left the Earth, we left behind all the prejudices and prejudices that divided us. We have built a new world, a beautiful new kingdom among the stars. But not everyone agrees with the ideals that we have brought to life. And this struggle is just begin. "

Planet Capital, Capital of the People's Republic of Haven. A gloomy gray world that is only shown on a stormy nights. The camera pans over to the huge gloomy Octagon, which is like the Pentagon, only octagonal. Faceless Havenite soldiers in black armor with closed helmets stand at the door, holding machine guns.

In a gloomy gray office, beneath a huge portrait of the Great Leader, grim gray personalities in gray uniforms sit: cis-gender white males, speaking with a distinct Russian accent. Using the huge holographic globe of the Galaxy, they tell how the People's Republic of Haven will conquer this and that (a couple of canonical names like "Silesia" and "Andermanni" are thrown in), if only the Star Kingdom did not interfere with it. The general decision is that something must be done with the Star Kingdom. The screen goes dark.

The planet Manticore, capital of the Star Kingdom. A vibrant blooming world, filmed in New Zealand and Hawaii. Blooming towns of small cottages with windmills above them, producing clean eco-friendly green energy. Fancy air cars and air coaches fly over all this. Enlightened woke black Asians of all sexes and genders walk the streets. The camera pauses at the royal castle, which coincidentally looks like a planned renovation of Disneyland.

An anti-gravity carriage flies up to the castle, pulled by cybernetic horses. Honor Harrington emerges from the carriage: a tall, strong Asian woman in a uniform. On her shoulder sits the tree kitten Nimitz: a tiny six-legged creature with huge touching eyes and a fluffy tail. His main task is to say "nya-nya", make cute mischief, and advertise his own plush toy. Honor walks into the palace. In the throne room she is greeted by a black (canonically) queen, and many Good Aristocrats, mostly young beautiful women and dark-skinned men. Among them, the Bad Aristocrat Lord Jung Janacek stands out clearly, fair-skinned, fair-haired, balding and plump.

Lord Janacek trying to convince the Queen that the alliance with Grayson is very important to the Star Kingdom, as Grayson has a powerful army and a well-developed industry. The Queen replies that all this is not as important as the spirit of freedom and equality. Nimitz at this time doing cute mischief, with a squeak running away from the robot vacuum cleaner.

A nameless Good Aristocrat wishpered to Honor, that Janacek held lot of influence at court, because he is very rich, and the leader of the Conservative party. As a result, the queen, with apparent reluctance, agrees with Janacek's arguments and orders Honor to go on a representative mission to Grayson. Honor agrees, calls Nimitz (who is doing cute mischief while riding a robot vacuum cleaner) and leaves the hall.

Honor enters the elevator car, which lifts her up a thin tube directly from the palace to the Royal Navy orbital station hanging above the planet. At the dock of the station is "Fearless": a space frigate powered by "Warshavsy’s gravity sails". It looks like a standard spaceflight sail-in-space, with masts, a bow figure, and stereotypical British sailors.

On board, Honor is greeted by Warrant Officer Wolkett: a body-positive Asian hacker with oversized glasses. And also Commodore Alice Truman, a blonde, sexy blonde whom Honor immediately congratulates on her successful gender transition. Nimitz makes cute mischief by dropping suitcases.

Honor ascends to the bridge, where the entire crew greets her. Wolkett stands at the helm, and with an inexplicable turn of it, lifts the Warsawky’s sails (they look like ordinary sails made up of glowing blue force fields). "Fearless" slowly and majestically departs from the dock. Truman points a holographic sextant at the bridge window and announces that the navigation system is tuned to Grayson. At Honor's command, Fearless accelerates and disappears in a pretty standard sci-fi hyper-jump.

During lunch, the crew raises their glasses "for the honor of the Queen". Honor delivers an incendiary speech for no particular reason about how the Star Kingdom was built on the ideals of multiculturalism. The team confirms this by doing traditional things like playing ukulele, djembe and performing hip-hop.

Planet Grayson. A ginger-brown desert world captured in the Australian Outback. Has one moon. “Fearless” arrives at the orbital dock. Honor, Nimitz, and Walquette take the orbital elevator down to Grayson City, a grim industrial city made up of smoke pipes, concrete fences and police roaming around in Riot Gear.

As she drives through the city in an armored limousine, Honor sees through the window as the police press against the wall and inspect poorly dressed people in traditional proto-Bedouin attire, how another group of poorly dressed people is herded into a police truck, and how poorly dressed people under the supervision of the police wash down the wall graffiti "The lives of Masadians matters".
The camera pauses on the Protector's Tower, a monumental dark structure that looms over the city. All over the Tower are portraits of Saint Grayson, a grim-looking man in a clergy's attire, with a rocket landing in the background.

In the reception area, Honor and Wolkett are greeted by Protector Maccabeus : a massive red-haired white sexist male with a square jaw. He is hostile from the start, and expresses a very poorly disguised resentment that Honor is a woman. Benjamin Mayhew (a handsome-looking, dark-haired white man) comes up to defuse the situation by reminding Maccabeus to treat guests decently.
In honor of the arrival of the delegation, the Protector is hosting a reception on the top floor of the tower. Arrogant white men in luxurious suits take drinks from trays carried by oppressed, dark-skinned women in traditional attire. Nimitz makes cute mischief, shying away from the first and causing affection in the second.

Trying to smooth things down a little, Protector Maccabeus tells Honor how Saint Grayson led a "righteous people" from a sin-ridden and corrupt Earth to a distant planet, and how Grayson's men labored for generations to transform the desert world into the promised land. The story quickly turns into shouting slogans about how the present generations have lost the purity and righteousness of their ancestors, and how he, Maccabeus , would "Make Grayson Great Again."

The conversation is interrupted when a group of women in traditional attire suddenly burst into the room. Armed with swords and slogans "freedom for Masada!" they attack the Protector's bodyguards and take several arrogant white men hostage. The Protector's spare bodyguards, who have run into the hall, shoot the attackers together with the hostages down with machine guns. The wounded leader of the attackers is brought to her knees in front of a mocking Maccabeus . The leader says contemptuously and pathetically, "You will never break the spirit of Masada." An enraged Maccabeus draws out an electric sword (copyrighted) and slays the leader.

The furious Maccabeus declares that all the troubles come from being too tolerant of "savages" and orders to introduce new restrictions against the Masadans: he prohibits the wearing of traditional clothes and performing traditional rituals. Good-looking Benjamin points out that those new laws will only lead to even greater bitterness. In response, the Protector shouts that Benjamin lost the election because the majority of voters supported Maccabeus course, and that means that he, Maccabeus, is right.

On the way back from the Tower, Honor notices five Grayson cops in a gateway bullying a girl in traditional clothes. Honor orders the car to stop and comes to the girl's aid. A fight ensues with the use of slow-motion, kung-fu and wall-jumping, during which Honor overpowers the police armed with electric batons, pistols and axes.

The action is transferred to Honor's apartment, in which the rescued girl tells her and Wollket the true story of the planet: its first settlers were peaceful Masadians who lived in peace and harmony with nature. But then the fanatic Grayson come in, enslaving the peaceful Masadians and forcing them to build their patriarchal macho dystopia. Now the Graysons are driving the Masadans into reservations, fencing them off from with walls, using them as slaves in their factories, poisoning the air and destroying nature.

That same morning / evening, the rescued Masadan girl secretly escorts Honor through cordons to a Masadan village nestled in a pastoral Australian gorge. Among the pastoral’s pastoral, the peaceful Masadans are engaged in peaceful affairs, traditional arts (making of clay pots is mandatory) and living in harmony with nature. Nimitz arranges cute mischief among the Masadans. At the end of the visit, Masadians perform an ancient ritual dance with mournful traditional singing. Honor listens to their singing and is imbued with peace and harmony with nature.

At this time, Wollket, demonstrating all the cliches of the ninja-hacker style, secretly sneaks into the Protector's Tower. Through a crack in the door, she manages to eavesdrop on McCaway's conversation with the Havenites via holographic communication. The Havenites are unhappy that Maccabeus has not yet expelled the Kingdom's delegation, doubt his loyalty and remind that Maccabeus won the election only thanks to the intervention of their hackers. At this moment, Wollket is noticed, and she only has time to convey the message to Honor.

Fearing exposure, Maccabeus orders Honor to be arrested (which is carried out in the form of a police raid on a Masadan village, with pogroms and broken pots) and to throw her and Wallcat into the dungeon, where the captured Masadan warriors are kept, subject to constant harassment of lustful guards. However, in search of Honor, Nimitz enters the dungeon, with whom Honor has an "empato-telepathic connection." Through meditation to the plaintive traditional chanting of Masadans, Honor manages to induce Nimitz to press the desired button, causing doors to open throughout the dungeon. Honor leads the escape, armed with Masadan warrior sword taken from the same dungeon.

Cutting through the ranks of the Protector's bodyguards, Honor breaks through to the top of the Tower, where he arranges a demonstration duel on electric swords with Maccabeus. Maccabeus loses and dies a Disney death, falling through the glass wall of the tower through his own stupidity. At this time, Wollket succeeds in defragmenting the firewall with a cool hacker tricks and launching a recording of Maccabeus conversation with the Havenites into the planetary information network. It is broadcasted on all screens of the planet, how the Havenites faked the election results. Upon learning of this, the handsome Benjamin gathers his supporters and himself becomes the Protector.

The triumph is spoiled by the innumerable Havenite fleet that has appeared over Grayson. Havenite warships (huge, angular, black and red, shaped like police armored personnel carriers) threaten the planet. The Graysons and Masadans are in despair, but Honor proclaims that she will fight "for the Queen's honor" and departs for the “Fearless”, which immediately rushes to meet the enemy.
The Havenites open fire on the “Fearless” with missiles (leaving ugly smoky red trails) and of course, they constantly miss. Under full sail (Warshavski), the “Fearless” cuts through the armada, and Honor orders a salvo from both sides with “Grazer missiles”. "Fearless" shoots missiles (leaving beautiful blue sparkles trails) almost point blank, and, of course, score hits. The Havenite’s ships burns, explode, and fall down in space.

However, Havenites still take in numbers, and although they constantly miss, sometimes they managed a hit or two. While the Kingdom's sailors are sweating to haul new grazer missiles to the side ports, Honor orders the "gravity assist around the Grayson moon" to be performed. The maneuver consists of the “Fearless” diving towards the surface of the moon and, pursued by Havenite ships, takes a dizzying flight through narrow gorges and caves. While the crew of the “Fearless” grinds its teeth, makes faces, and in every possible way demonstrates terrible overloads, the Havenite ships, one after another, all but one, crash on the rocks. After completing the "gravity assist", the "Fearless" soars up, and while passing along the stern of the Havenite armada, devastate it with broadside volleys. Everyone is jubilant. Nimitz cheers sweetly for the company.

But here the surviving Havenite ship (of those that chased the “Fearless” around the moon) strikes a sneaky stab in the back and with a successful volley knocks down the “Fearless”'s mast. The Star Kingdom frigate loses its turn. He is immediately surrounded by the Havenite ships. From them stretch the phallomorphic tentacles of boarding corridors, along which countless hordes of Havenite submachine gunners rush aboard the “Fearless”. The “Fearless” crew, armed with boarding sabers, and the Masadan female warriors arriving with swords, bravely fight their enemies, mowing down hundreds of them. Nimitz plays along by dropping pots of celery on the Havenites.

But the numerical superiority of the Havenites won again. Honor, Wollket, Truman and the few survivors are pushed back to the wheelhouse, and prepare to fight the last stand. At this moment, to beautiful music, the Royal Navy of the Star Kingdom appears over Grayson, led by the handsome dark-skinned Admiral Hamish Alexander (a la Captain Harlock, only darker). The Havenine ships explodes and everyone is saved.

In the closing scenes, the new protector Benjamin from the balcony of the Tower proclaims the abolition of unjust laws and apologizes to the Masadians for centuries of oppression. The Graysons collectively kneel before the Masadians. Honor gives another speech on the importance of mutual respect and multiculturalism. Then everyone – Grayson’s, Masadians and the inhabitants of the Kingdom - dance to the mournful Masadan music. Nimitz says “nya-nya”.

P.S. After the credits, Haven is shown again. All those same persons under the portrait of the Great Leader laments that Grayson is lost and that the Star Kingdom is a more dangerous foe than they thought. The general decision is that something needs to be done with the Star Kingdom. Namely - to prepare for a "short victorious war."
 
It doesn't look like a sixties series because the actors talk a lot and shoot little, it looks like a United Nations report.
Well, also the "Little House on the Prairie" was a Western.
Some members of the old crew finished badly
 

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As a cartoonist I have the opinion that all the evil that this guy projected in his art was nothing more than the product of a very sick mind. Maybe it was a good thing that he managed to relieve the inner pressure instead of doing worse. If Hitler had been allowed into art school...:mad:
The guy was involved in weird dark stuff. It isnt just him who manifested that same distinct art. They were part of a ceremonial magic group called the typhonian order. Giger flirted with it for awhile. Dont recommend looking into it. Not healthy mentally or spiritually.
TMA-1 (Tycho Magnetic Anomaly One)???:)
Bingo.
 
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