ricoisevil

born from the earth ft. .lamachina & .delick

Glad we got to bring this piece to life after many months of planning. Very dirty and beautiful in equal measure, I’m sure you won’t be surprised to learn that a framed original of this will be featured at The Dirty Show this year. Be sure to come give it a look.

This set was achieved with two bags of dirt, two women and one light in the black of night. Shot on R6 mk. 2 with 35mm 1.4

You travel over hill and under branch for 10 miles eastward into the deep wood surrounding the town. At length, you reach a grove. The first thing you notice is an odd weight held in its air as if an odious and omnipresent will is being exerted over the place. An unease penetrates you to the core as you scan your surroundings. Your eyes fall over the gnarled mass of roots, mud and fallen leaves that blankets the ground. The cold wind brings the suggestion of a whisper as it tickles your ear. Bidden forth by unseen strings you amble to the middle of the grove. You crouch low and study the ground in more detail. Fragments of bone, shredded cloth, and speckles of blood darkened with age. After this discovery a strong stench of iron assails your nose followed by the sensation of sharp pin pricks in your face, neck and chest. Your eyes roll back as the foreign pleasure of pain rolls through your body in waves. As you gaze into the dark void of your skull a reverie comes into focus. A daydream…. A nightmare… the events of the past come flooding into you.

Had such a good time working with this amazing group of piercers and pain enthusiasts. We captured something special this night. Much blood was shed for the sake of art and for that I am forever grateful.

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“Herald”

Blessed to have such a great team to help bring this evil vision to life. KILLED the makeup and cocoon design. .de.sade sade was the best bug I could’ve found. I wrote a little contextual prose to pair with the set. Read below.

The world has reached the apex of its rot. Fascists rule the masses with an iron tongue as opposed to a fist. The flora and fauna are diseased, desiccating and dying. The land is littered with their corpses. The clouds are swollen with noxious gas, blotting out the sun. Hope is diminished. Faith has grown purulent. The only option left is deliverance from this hellscape of man’s own creation. Deep in the bowels of a long forgotten tenement a harbinger has been cocooned for decades. As the world decays, so does the lining of that cocoon. A crack. A squelch. A tearing of the seams. Out emerges the herald of the end times. Rapture has come. The new orders chosen deity. Not one evolved of ape but one evolved of insect.

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inspired by scripture, dark souls and the state of the world