“An artist is a creature driven by demons. He doesn’t know why they choose him and he’s usually too busy to wonder why.”
― William Faulkner. ✞
The Warlocks ✞
Three self-portraits. Three stages of pain. Three Da Morgues doing wicked things.
BITCHCRAFT BY MORGUE
Inspired by American Horror Story Coven.
1. She Can’t Love Anyone But Herself
2. You Are Just As Weak As You’ve Ever Been
3. I Thought I’d Never See You Again
4. Sequere Lucem Venite Ad Me
5. I Get It Bitch, You’re Clairvoyant!
6. Just Take Away The Pain
7. You Said You’d Never Leave Me
8. Voodoo Doll Belong In The House Of Voodoo
9. She Can’t Die, The Bitch Is Immortal!
"Our powers always spike in times of crisis. This is one of those times."
— Cordelia Foxx. ✞
A young warlock was spotted a week ago at the last edition of Lima Fashion Week. Apparently, he was there to see ROGER LOAYZA's latest collection.
Photography by Von Kollmann.
I’m gonna be honest with you guys, I’m very sorry for the delay of my new “American Horror Story: Coven” series. March was a very challenging month for me. I had a nervous breakdown, that not only affected my mind but my defenses went down and got very sick. Fever, tonsillitis & nauseas, for weeks. The doctors couldn’t find nothing on my blood tests so I think it was psychosomatic.
I’m terribly sorry for this. I don’t want you to think that I don’t read your comments here or that I don’t appreciate your love for my work, because I do. I assure you, the wait will be worth it. I’m feeling so much better now and I’m working really hard again.
I promise you, I’m doing the best I can. ✞
Gather Yourself Boy
You can’t fall apart like this every time someone walks out from your life. You won’t live past 27 if you keep weeping like a little bitch. You have to man up! Make your skin thicker, your heart bolder. What is this nonsense about dying because he doesn’t love you? Do you have any idea of how many scars you’re gonna get until life leaves your body? Thousands of them. And yet again you are drowning yourself in a cup of water just because you grew up away from your biological parents. Boo-fucking-hoo.
You have a remarkable gift. Great talent. Uncommon. A kind of ability that only appears once in every 10 years. And you’re wasting it. All you do is cry because some guy got overwhelmed over your ultra-violent emotional issues.
That’s fucking bullshit.
So knock it off and pick the fuck up all the broken pieces of your ashamed heart and carry on. Those unequal eyes weren’t made to shed tears all the time. Your face is a canvas, it’s blank. Empty as the excuses of those who wouldn’t love you back.
Your face was made to wear masks. To hold thousands of terrifying faces made out of paper. It was made to deal with things. To avoid the cutting and the shatterness. To let those rabbit teeth shine along like the rare sun in an August morning.
ON WEDNESDAYS WE WEAR BLACK ✞
Watch out for my new collection of portraits inspired by American Horror Story: Coven. The witches of Miss Robichaux’s Academy are coming!
I’ve been working like a motherfucker in these 9 brand new pieces. I can’t wait to show them! I just need them to be perfect otherwise I’ll have to kill myself.
SEE YOU IN HELL, DARLINGS!