Curious "raffe" is my name!

Sex-Ritual

History of Superstition

The Satanic Witch

I'm not quite sure what a "teaser" is to this project, but you may want to consider the audience!

Hey check out the digital image I designed and submitted to Cycle Seen, a Portland photography and art show celebrating bike culture....

Filmmaker Ken Paul Rosenthal is creating a film featuring Icarus co-founder Ashley McNamara. Check out the awesome trailer at http://www.crookedbeauty.com

a Thursday night. been listening to housemates singing over guitars and candles. the sweetness of human creation. the persistent sensation that there is a piece of my magic i can't access, and that it is blocked by this psych drug I take. missing missing missing it...

It is quite weird how I found this blog.

it's more obvious every day that this society is not working.

Is left right on consumer survivor issues...?

This angle on things may interest the strategically challenged (i.e. "consumers" and survivors of authoritarian abuse who want to make a clean break from controls on our collective alienation); my own interest is to use my art to inspire discussion along lines of visionary ways to respond, re-create, and design our lives as we'd like to live.

Here are a bunch of art images i made. They are all "anti-copyright" and may be used by anti-authoritarians and others critical of psychiatry and authority in general; any other use, please contact me... i invite input from folks in general, whether challenging or whatever. I would especially like to have more ideas for art, or ideas on how to make these existing ones even more clear and coherent. Let's see if this works...(i see no limit on attachments; is there one?)

"HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams." William Butler Yeats

where's hope when you go for broke?

how and why would one turn invisible? would it be to escape the mundane?

At some point, as the star was curiously folowing the planet intensely following the other star she realized the planet was so intent on the other star, it wasn't even giving off its own light, it was merely reflecting the light of the star! How horrifying!

She'd enjoyed the wind blowing all this time- surely just because she wasn't in control of it didn't means that it was bad? But the bird seemed convinced- if you didn't cause it, you don't deserve it. Or, if you aren't in charge, you're being lazy.

Betty thought this was very impractical, certainly you had to know what you were looking for before you started looking, not decide what it is midway- and she realized she was already midway, and already didn't know, so the best thing she could do was start where she was.

The beginning of a fantastic journey that has already begun.

A poem written on my angst while discovering how to live with Borderline Personality Disorder.