The Omen Project

the Omen Project

Born on cliffs and rocky slides,
terrorizing the earth, piercing the sky,
the little girl road the small Mongolian horse.
Slowly traversing a sky masked in haze and dust,
lifted on heels searching the abyss.

The Caravan is pursued as night
rises up in shadows vaporous and milky.
She is alone in her fear.
On either side the limits rise and fall,
in rocks and crags, toothy and howling,
indifferent to her loneliness.

	The Lost Shore 2010, 00:7:00
	Deep Black Incantation #16: Transmission 2009, 00:01:46
	Deep Black Incantation #15: Mad Transits Of Electric Suns 2009, 00:02:15
	Deep Black Incantation #14: Studio Visitation, Stained Sheets 2008, 00:03:33

The Lost Shore (a work in progress)

How long has it been (since I've seen you)?
I dreamt of you again. sitting,
smoking on the edge of the mattress.
not naked, your innocence
not yet relinquishing your body to the world.
then you were gone.
a mirage could not have been more real.
I searched for remains of your cigarettes
like bread crumbs in the forest.
I ran my hand across your impression,
cradled my head in its saddle.
A well to pull forth memories
to peer into its dark still water,
hoping, in that mirror
I might find that you have returned.
Your hand on my shoulder
pulling me back to bed,
to rest again in your arms.
The stillness is shattered,
a feral cat mews
and neon hums and flashes
and I am alone...

Hazards Of The Moon

I apply the cold slap

and a shove out the window...

9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0...

stranded...
born of red earth and ink black night

Person-
the knife enters, cleaving the one
opening an emptiness, emptying a fullness
Person looks for her.

" Where are you? Where have you gone?"

" I am not the one who did the leaving."

As the earth of man reseeds from the waters, furthering the
desert, sapping the body
salt relieving the void, mirages emptying into thought
children echo the return of the mother/father.
The first word born of their becoming,
here I am, this is my cypher.
Opening to the sky, fill me
I am yours, beloved...
.................................
When I was three my mother went away
to the hospital. She had cancer,
a lump in her breast. The doctors
cut it out, removing her breast
to the bone.
One half of the universe dissolves
the son is alone with the father
Silence becomes enthroned in time, which is separation.
Desperation,
the chick calls out, randomly dialing numbers
until one connects, the signal holds
ringing fills the ears, further into the desert, dive...
An answer, 'yes, hello.'
Person asks, 'Do you know where my mother is?'

Time has ended
With an open mouth and an open ass
Screaming into the void
As my sex crawls beneath the night
My sex…
Enveloped in the boiling of the sky
My sex…
Tuberous snouts probing
A cankered earth
Extracting poisons
Time honored
Tongues
Canceling the void
Silence scattered
Between cries

Scratch (a dreamplay)





	Deep Black Incantations 1-17 (video)
	proposals
	Hazards Of The Moon (project)
	Deep Black Incantation #8 (video)
	Falling Off The Earth (performance)
	Deep Black Incantation #7 (video)
	Synchronicity Mappings
	Necropolis (performance at Theater of Yugen)
	Necropolis (performance at Dance Mission)
	audio works
	Omen Project, Dadafest 2001 (performance)
	Nowhere (performance)
	Omen Project, Dadafest 2000 (performance)
	Body Of Light, the revolution of a dying man (performance)
	Messenger Service (performance)
	Body Of Light (performance)
	Cybel (audio)
	Special Theory Of Mnemonics (project)
	Mnemonic Transduction Experiment (interactive installation)
	General Theory Of Mnemonics (project)
	Nemo Garden, Bio Synthetic Modulation Experiment (interactive installation)
	Nemo Lab, Critical Stimuli Response Test (interactive installation)

The Omen Project is a magic charm to awaken the dead, shadows, wandering asleep, forgetful and lost.

We are schizophrenic as a species, isolated from and warring with what is essentially part of our being--the rest of the world. 'Born dead' not yet living, Deep Black having 'fallen off the earth,' tries to remember, to return and find his way home, to leave the deserts for the land of the living.

Mr Pickerill is a multimedia artist with roots in poetry and photography since a teenager. Influenced by Antonin Artaud, Viennese Actionism, and 70's SoCal video and performance since 1997 he has been developing the Omen Project a series of performances, video and installations centered on his writing. Inspired by the themes in the Iliad and the Odyssey- the primacy of personal love over societal conflict and control. He has staged 12 productions and taken part in many Video festivals internationally. Most recently he has had photography published in Ninja magazine and video shown on the Art Channel, both out of Paris, France. Mr Pickerill lives and works in Brooklyn NY.

Burning from the inside, sun and moon collide; open the flesh.

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