♡”Giant Cerberus. It is a Knife Collector. It wears a Leather Outfit”♡
Born March 2, 1973, in Springfield Missouri and growing up in neighboring Kansas, Kris Kuksi spent his youth in rural seclusion and isolation along with a blue-collar, working mother, two significantly older brothers, and an absent father. Open country, sparse trees, and alcoholic stepfather, all paving the way for an individual saturated in imagination and introversion. His propensity for the unusual has been a constant since childhood, a lifelong fascination that lent itself to his macabre art later in life. The grotesque to him, as it seemed, was beautiful.
“A post-industrial Rococo master, Kris Kuksi obsessively arranges characters and architecture in asymmetric compositions with an exquisite sense of drama. Instead of stones and shells he uses screaming plastic soldiers, miniature engine blocks, towering spires and assorted debris to form his landscapes. The political, spiritual and material conflict within these shrines is enacted under the calm gaze of remote deities and august statuary. Kuksi manages to evoke, at once, a sanctum and a mausoleum for our suffocated spirit.” ~Guillermo del Toro
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ALBUM: Minecraft - Volume Alpha
TRACK: Mice on Venus
OPEN UP YOUR RIBCAGE! THE FLIES WILL LAY EGGS ALONG YOUR ORGANS AND THEY WILL HATCH INTO PROPHECIES
DO YOU FEEL OVERWHELMED? UNDERESTIMATED? RIP CLEAN YOUR SELF ESTEEM AND LAY IT TO DRY IN THE SUN, YOUR EARS ARE BLEEDING NOW
WHAT IS HIDING INSIDE YOUR SKULL AND WHO IS SAYING THIS IN YOUR BRAIN, DRILL A HOLE THAT LEADS TO HEAVEN AND WAKE UP IN THE MORNING WITH ANGELS IN YOUR BED
SO WAKE UP! THE GODS ARE IN NEED OF YOUR FLESH.