These are my pictures, made on paper with ink, colored pencils, pencil powder, aquarels, coal and pastels. Making pictures was my chief occupation in 1989-90, when I have done up to 20-30 pictures per month. Overall, there are about 100-200 colored pictures of this period, and at least as much black and white drawings. After I moved to States and became a father I was drawing very little untill the Fall of 1996 when I made about 30 new pictures, all scanned to Real Art of 1000 monkeys page. Then I brought some of the old pictures from Moscow and started scanning these.
``Images fall slow and silent like snow.... Serenity... All defenses fall... everything is free to enter or to go out.... Fear is simply impossible.... '' -- W. S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
The scans are made at the PC computer at the Institute of Advanced Study, and treated with Adobe Photoshop. Each picture is given in two versions: a ``thumbnail'' one, usually about 3x3 inches and taking about 10-20 Kb, and a ``fullsize'' one, of the same size (sometimes smaller) as the original, and taking 80-120 Kb. The ``thumbnail'' picture is treated heavily on the Photoshop, mostly with the ``sharpen mask'' function, and the ``fullsize'' one is taken directly from the scanner.
The pictures are split onto several index files. Of these, ``Real Art of 1000 monkeys'', ``10 years of 1000 monkeys'' and ``Return of the daughter of 10 years of 1000 monkeys'' are completed and won't be modified, all the rest is under construction. There are 21 pictures in ``Real Art'', created in 1996, 19 pictures in ``10 years'', from the supplies of 1989-90, and 21 picture in Return of the daughter..., also from 1989-90. Each of these pages has about 300-400 Kb worth of thumbnail images.
All the pictures on these pages are © 96, 97, Misha Verbitsky, under the terms of GNU General Public License. You must preserve this copyright notice if you take any of the pictures for your WWW page.
Followers of obsolete, unthinkable trades doodling in Etruscan, addicts of drugs not yet synthesized, pushers of souped-up Harmaline, junk reduced to pure habit offering precarious vegetable serenity, liquids to induce Latah, Tithonian longevity serums, black marketeers of World War III, excisors of telepathic sensitivity, osteopaths of the spirit, investigators of infractions denounced by bland paranoid chess players, servers of fragmentary warrants taken down in hebephrenic shorthand charging unspeakable mutilations of the spirit, bureaucrats of spectral departments, officials of unconstituted police states, a Lesbian dwarf who has perfected operation Bangutot, the lung erection that strangles a sleeping enemy, sellers of orgone tanks and relaxing machines, brokers of exquisite dreams and memories tested on the sensitized cells of junk sickness and bartered for raw materials of the will, doctors skilled in the treatment of diseases dormant in the black dust of ruined cities, gathering virulence in the white blood of eyeless worms feeling slowly to the surface and the human host, maladies of the ocean floor and the stratosphere, maladies of the laboratory and atomic war.... A place where the unknown past and the emergent future meet in a vibrating soundless hum... Larval entities waiting for a Live One... -- W. S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch