Only 100 measly bucks for original background art from an animated film I made about unspeakable events that take place on a bed! The short premiered at Montreal’s Fantasia Film Festival in 2006 & doubled as an unairable “music video” for a song by The American Devices that I sang & played guitar on. Most of the animation was actually done in the late 80’s so it’s very “of its era.” By the early 90’s I was able to do a B&W line-test for it using a school’s 16MM Oxberry Camera AKA torture device. Budget restrictions prevented me from synching it to the music & completing it in color (back then you had to do that with paint on expensive sheets of acetate). I managed to get it finished digitally by the early 2000’s when that finally became affordable. More deets below or contact me for info. You can watch the whole music video by clicking on the frame-grab with the soldiers below or HERE. (To see BG image below full-sized, click on it to open in a new window & use the magnify function).
Original art for sale for $100.00 CAD. Color pencil on 8.5 X 11 inch paper (signed & dated by author/artist Rick Trembles in pencil on the back). Postage & framing not included. Motion Picture Purgatory Volumes One & Two available at FAB Press. For original art info, contact Rick Trembles @ ricktrembles (at) hotmail (dot) com.
DECENSORTIZED
Iddy biddy power lovin’ liberator,
Doing you & me a favor,
In this institute of harm avoidance,
Hurting’s just an intuitive annoyance,
Not always mutually synchronized,
And so we ask not for confessions,
Of any personal recessions,
Beneficial or bourgeois,
But that we all be equalized,
“Liberation.” Liberate me!
And at your disposal are,
Sensations of generic stock penetrations,
Groping at some sort of duty memory,
Instead keep on sustaining cum-pensation,
Go & redefine some dead-ication,
And all the while do not prolong,
Puberty so free & strong,
“Liberation.” Liberate me!
Neuter-lize my cerebellum,
With your quality truth serum,
Decensortized!
And so this will provide us less
Much less, yeah,
Newfangled morals to confess,
Much less, yeah,
Not always mutually synchronized,
Why second guess & go defend what’s best unseen,
Be more than willing make room for what’s obscene.
“Liberation.” Liberation!
© 1990 Rick Trembles
