I've always been into very macabre artistry, like Edward Gorey and Tim Burton. I don't know why. Perhaps it's because everyone has a dark side that wants to get out? Or perhaps not, and I'm just messed up?
It's funny because I can't even throw a gum wrapper on the ground for fear of bad karma, but I delight in reading Edward Gorey's Gashlycrumb Tinies, about a class of schoolchildren dying in various ways.
I recently visited the MoMa where there is an extensive Tim Burton exhibit, ranging from movie costumes (Edward Scissorhands, Beetlegeuse, among others), to sketchbook drawings, to paintings and sculptures. It was amazing and I feel like I need to go again just to take it all in. I have fallen in love with the miniseries Stain Boy of his. It's sick and twisted, and yet cute at the same time. Is that possible?
Here's a little viewing of Stain Boy for you:
There are many more of these if you fall in love like I did... just head to YouTube.
Feel free to comment and tell me how fucked up I am. I won't take it personally... promise.