After the troops landed on shore the witches were summoned to cast their hexes and imprecations. The enemy was paralyzed with piles, flatulence, impotence.
Steven Kenny https://www.saatchiart.com/stevenkenny
Wallpaper peeling. Water stains. Mummified mice caught in ancient traps. Old sardine tins. It was like Airbnb but promised specializations for the miserable and the gothic.
Masayo Fukuda https://kiriken.thebecos.com/en/
Pulling herself together, she glared over the edge of the boat. The device was down there, not so far. But she stopped herself from diving into the brackish water.
de Chirico, “Metaphysical Interior with Sun Which Dies”
Crawling back through the bathroom window he caught his belt on the hinge. As he dangled there he considered the death of his father in the war.
Ilya Milstein http://www.ilyamilstein.com/
A ball of twine. A feather. A bowl of chowder. A snail. These were the things she would have to get the doctor for tomorrow’s experiment.
Walton Ford https://gagosian.com/artists/walton-ford/
The tiny thing spoke in a loud, booming voice. Then there was scrambling and digging. Bricks were dislodged. Everyone stepped back.
Nathan Reidt https://www.nathanreidt.com/
They stood close to the edge, the moist air making them gag a little. The recording was impossible, the exchange made no sense.
Anselm Kiefer, Für René Char, 1988
Passing back into existence was accompanied by loud static. When complete, then the sound of a little bell.