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TRANS MUNDI
HARDCORE



Judgement Mountain
2025
Stained glass, cast glass, blown glass, shells from Fire Island Pines, other found objects, wood, tile, pump, and water



89” H x 36” L  X 26” D
On Hold


Eternal Love
2024
Glass over wishing willow tree, with crystals, found objects, solder, and patina. 



39” H x 16” W x 14” D
sold

S(he) / They / Ocean/ Tree  Pt.1  Dead Money
2023

Stained Glass, solder, patina, jewelry chain, resin-clay, LED motorized water pineapples, shells, dinosaur bones, fossilized mussles, tigers eye sun, volcanic egg shaped carved rock, glass beads, wood beads, bio-wax, vintage resin coated butterfly wings.



51” W x 30” H x 9” D
Available



S(he) / They / Ocean/ Tree  Pt.2  TRANS Mundi
2023
Stained glass, solder, jewelry chain, resin-clay, crystal angel beads, LED water tornado that sparkles, shells, glass beads, wood beads, bio-wax, mica, perfume, cable
33” H x  27” W X 7” D
Available



IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT
2024
Stained glass streaky, vintage resin coated butterfly wings, solder, patina, wire, phosphorescent aggregate, and painted motorized sparkle snow globe with red cardinals



25” H x 12” W x 5” D ( 5’ Chain)
on hold



ENIGMA MUTHER 
2024
Stained Glass streaky, Obsidian, solder, patina, wire, phosphorescent aggregate, bio-wax, mica, perfume, jewelry chain, wooden swing, ceramic black cats 



32” H x 13” W x 3” D
Sold


The Lovers
2024
Earthr Collab
Stained glass, solder, crystals, chain, patina

36” C x 2” D
sold


Limbo
2021
Stained glass, solder, patina, acrylic, wood, bells, charms, bird feeder, solar wind chime, bio-wax.


   12’ W X 47” L x 4” d 
not avialable


Memoreez 
2021
Stained glass, solder, patina, vintage mercury glas christmas ornaments 



62” L X 44” H X 9”
Sold



Fantasea
2022
Stained glass, solder, acrylic on wood



14” H x 11’ W x 2” D (extandable chain)
Sold 

TRANS MUNDI HARDCORE
by Earth Ængel
S(he)/They/Ocean/Tree pt.1
Grieving S(he) becoming They. Going into the Ocean/Tree.  I.e.: THE FANTASEA.

Intimacy is the currency — it was used like a shovel digging me out of my wounded post-dramatic-traumatic grave, an Alanon-ic pantomime waves into the dirt. The TikTok zombies on a loop Ripping at my FLESH- taking my ideas, hungry for their own lack of movement. 

Instead, I leave and walk towards a canopy of leaves. A green metronome of cellular regeneration, crawling inside my Banyan trees. Here in the FANTASEA there is a intimate dream of these trees, but it’s more about disappearing and reappearing...dissolving the exploitative hypersexual into the horizon. Static porn seeps down the wall — obsolete in its heterosexual violence - for all eternity becomes a blackout of blurred watercolor wallpaper.

In the FANTASEA the trees who are in nature don't have this same longing, they don't have the same compulsion—because they are already monoecious—complete—both. So, I’m taken in and absorbed by nature in total abandon and disappear in the burrow of the flora. The trees sense my presence and begin to move and grow, reaching plant-like phalluses coming out of the bark, reaching. Its vines squeeze my spine, a kind of realignment. A chiropractic kink of organic matter realigning the cosmos of my brain. Cracking the Bishnu spine with skin like dew.

These trees keeping me fair crystalized, expand into a version of myself—iridescent fluid healing all of my organs and oozing out of my pores. Impregnated with plant life. There is no birth to be given and I’m not absorbed by the zombies. For all those that have this desire, can come here, and replenish and forget that you were ever that person that was eaten by the zombies.
 A vanishing point.

There is a difference between vanishing and disappearing. Disappearing you can reappear. To vanish implies that you may never have been there in the first place. Like a kind of mirage being wiped clean from your memory. Disappearing and reappearing is from another place. When you reappear, you may have brought something else with you from the ethers. Another layer, another dimension of yourself. There is something otherworldly here. A new kind of human. 

Like lightning they/them came and split me in two. Disappearing into my trees. On my palm my life-line splits in two. There’s a significant portion where each line runs parallel, facing each other, having conversation, holding some kind of space.

I’m pretty sure now I’ve completely disappeared from the lines of this exquisite corpse and formed one space inbetween. I weep and grieve like a fallen angel into my attempts into fitting into the violence. The gravestone statue of this angel fades into the funeral garden.
I’m brought back to life sometime around midnight.
It’s not me that’s dancing in this parade. Possesed. 

In the lightning that struck- there is something else here hovering around me, both absorbing me and feeding me. At some point in the cosmos we were monoecious- BOTH. Gynandromorphic, swirling around each other. We could impregnate ourselves, but it also meant our need for each other was purely LUV. 
MAYBE this is the future and not the past, or maybe we are here now. The trees aren’t invasive. They are rooted like a deep well to the  
CORE>THE HARDCORE.

You enter and then it enters you.
Post-gender / pre-gender. AGENDER. TRANS MUNDI HARDCORE. 
The phallus-like plant life grows. Falling through a hole. The spirit grows and expands- ABSORBS.

Now my psyche is a sober FANTASEA, in which I fade into this Gen-X Boomertown, a sci-fi western video game of boredom and ecocide. An Oligarchy of plastic baubles, electrocuted institutionalized meat, and “men” pointing at things until there is nothing left to point at.

I climb inside my Banyan trees.
The trees move within the space—stirring and disappearing—reappearing. To disappear and reappear—this limitless movement. I imagine the listening and the lightning that has split me in two and the space in between to reappear. The vastness of this feeling travels lightly, floating in the darkness of the abyss surrounded by the soothing blanket of darkness. There is no other side. Just an abyss of getting lost and falling through, and apart, and being torn. The insatiable compulsion of the abyss is absorbed and soothed by the burrows and depth of the CORE.

The HARDCORECORE- where organic matter runs parallel to the abyss, and like a magnetic force they thrive in eachothers presence. Moving through space and time.
Forever transforming. 
TRANS MUNDI HARDCORE.