Category Archives: Art Terror

The Garden of Earthly Delights

Studio Smack, and animation company I know very little about, recently put together a contemporary animation of Hieronymus Bosch’s GARDEN OF EARTHLY DELIGHTS, the original of which is hanging at the Museum del Prado in Madrid.  It’s pretty amazing animation.  They did a beautiful job.  I like to look at it and don’t want to forget this exists.  So I’m posting it here.  Vimeo Link

and yes, you’re welcome. 🙂


The more things change, the more they stay the same

Back in 2015…

Approximately a year ago, I was driving through West Virginia, when I chanced upon a diner with an old fashioned look to it. In my experience, that’s the kind of place to visit when you are on the road. I stopped in, had a great breakfast, and noticed a cute sign on the wall just opposite me. It said “Faith / Family / Friends” in gold pen, on a block of wood that rested on a little shelf on the wall. It appeared to me like it was designed to rotate:

From one year ago, table under the sign. I won’t name the diner.

“cute”, I reasoned. “But shouldn’t there be a reverse side, with reverse sentiments?

Pondering the Yin and Yang of evil, over coffee, a year ago.

What is the reverse of “Faith / Family / Friends”?

Fortunately, and oddly enough, I had a silver pen marker in my pocket, a year ago, so I executed an opposite side.

It came out very well indeed.

I was pleased with my opposite side, but the rest of the patrons hardly noticed the switch.

It’s 2016, though…

Almost a year later, I’m driving through again. Same place, same table. I look up.. no, someone HAD indeed recognized the incongruity about the paean to Satan and Hobos on the wall of a wholesome diner.

Of course, someone “fixed” it.



Are they TRULY back to normal? The back side wasn’t erased, painted over or drawn through. Almost as if the cafe owner was acknowledging life has a dark side along with the light.

There. Lurking on the dark side of the cube was SATAN / HOBOS again. When nobody was watching, I flipped it back, paid for breakfast and went my wary way…

Cenotaph, by Walt O’Hara

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