This was a bridge piece of sorts, when working with Patrick in sisterwerx was beginning to wind down, but I feel that this was a real departure from our then usual low-brow raunch. Not there is anything wrong whatsoever with such an endeavor. We stan filth purveyance.
If I recall correctly, this was the first piece where I worked alongside with Trish, but I don’t think we went through our regular swapping process of trading pieces back and forth, adding, deleting. This was a true portentous prototype. Could have stopped me here. But its too late now, and you haven’t even seen my final form.
What I earnestly love about this piece: My first intentional venture into bridging the macro and micro, between the heavens and abyssal depths– I’m speaking about the backgrounds where the liminal seam is stitched together with a candied assortment of waifs, budgies & lovebirds. Some now forgotten image of a nebula above; the bioluminescence foundation is either an anemone or nudibranch. Again, its been a while.
The entry point, the provided title, references a union between two furthest possible unknowns (the stars & the seas), those who would be made divine apostolic intercessors. Dodecanomicon: Icon of the Twelve Named. Perhaps a gentle ribbing of the twelve known apostles of the Catholic tradition. No, no, too obvious, so gauche. I’m pretty sure I was thinking more of the Dii Consentes. Centralized, a dual-toned feminine figure is neither person nor mineral, but given her primarily vestal position, she might perhaps be the home hearth or perhaps instead a rock upon which one could build a church. Or a casino. Or luxury studio condos.
Sincerely though, I really do love their little rose hats. I think this was the first time of many many many that I donned upon my figures those squat little halos, sort of like lenticular berets of divinity.
If divinity isn’t cute, is it even worth it?
Well. You made it through.