Bio Art Gone Awry
Frankenstink It was almost midnight when the stench of death interrupted my concentration. Tensing, I sat up in the tattered upholstered chair near the corner of my bedroom. Soon after, a thunderous crash from...
Frankenstink It was almost midnight when the stench of death interrupted my concentration. Tensing, I sat up in the tattered upholstered chair near the corner of my bedroom. Soon after, a thunderous crash from...
Making a Killing from Dead Artists By: Morty Headstone – Deceased artist-at-large Hello, my name was Morty Headstone, and like some of you, I considered myself to be an artist. Or at least I...
The Art of Death for the Living By: Sybil Bilius – Reviewer-at-large The privately renowned conceptual artist and death aficionado who called herself Cyana de Nyde was recently the victim of her own performance...