"The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead."

-W.H. Auden

Showing posts with label collage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label collage. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Oneirosphere

Pleased to announce that the Mothwing Collective are back at it, collaging the dreaming landscape, in 3 dimensions, this time. 


Or is it 4?

Or more? 

I will post more information as it appears.

In the meantime, keep dreaming. 


[Images, text and collage by Victoria Phantasmagoria and Mere Pseud]

The Mystic Eye


Still watches over me. Thank heavens.

Saturday, March 4, 2023

Tuesday, January 24, 2023

I suppose the word must have spread on the astral...

Somehow I'd forgotten to post this earlier, but this is the art notebook I kept during 2021-2022. I don't know if it's good at all, but I do know I finished it, and that must count for something.

Friday, December 30, 2022

Every Leaf Speaks Bliss To Me

A few more mothwingy pieces from a backlog of mothwingy pieces in my files. I'm delighted to be able to say that 2022 has been my most productive year so far, and that collaboration has been a lovely experience. (I mean, since when have I ever really had a backlog of artwork to post before?) I've always been a loner who worked in solitude, so breaking out of that into something new has made me see things in a different light. For all of this, I am very grateful. Here's hoping to turn over more new leaves in 2023. 

Tuesday, May 31, 2022

Echo's Answer

On the first day of May, my long-distance friend Mere Pseud and I collaborated for the first time; by the second week we were awash in ideas, by the third week we were plotting and planning beneath the white-hot sky.  

By the fourth week, we'd named ourselves The Mothwing Collective, an artistic exploration of the eerie, and just today, we were pondering the best ways to make music and film. It's been an eventful month, to say the least.
The point of this being that sometimes your lonely, haunted soul calls out into the void for a kindred spirit, and sometimes, despite the odds, one answers.