Instagram photo by Cthulu • Nov 6, 2016 at 1:34pm UTC

Not that we wouldn’t post Hallowe'en art and works by Nail every day if we could, but today on Mistigram, back to the regular routine: one of the final huzzahs from Mist Classic, this piece of RIPscrip vector art by longtime Mist RIP specialist Lady Blue, with her buddy Kitiara of RCA helping out with the background miasma. It was released in May of 1998, and is one of the very, very few pieces of artwork to acknowledge the initial metaphorical conceit of the name “Mistigris” – though more commonly understood as French for “alleycat”, from there the word was further applied to a variant of poker in which the jokers are wild. Ripe with (largely untapped) symbolism potential! The writing on the playing cards looks simple, but I can’t think of a simple way to make it happen in RIPscrip editors – which is the hallmark of a great artist, making the difficult look effortless! If anyone has seen Lady Blue, please send her our way: we miss her!

Instagram photo by Cthulu • Nov 6, 2016 at 1:34pm UTC

Instagram photo by Cthulu • Sep 21, 2016 at 2:03pm UTC

Today on Mistigram, this chance encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table – sorry, of fellow traveler computer artgroups Mistigris, Twilight and iCE, all of whose artists made contributions to this larger BBS ad for Clockwork London that you simply can’t see here in a single Instagram window. Most of it was drawn by the elegantly effortless Kitiara, shedding ANSI art like ripe fruit from a tree, but the thing tying it together was ths logo up top by our man Quip.

Juuuust below where this excerpt cuts off, you maybe could originally find a rhyming lit jointly written on the subject by myself and Lady Blue, a conspicuous omission from our reunited crew of the presentday. While I’m airing everyone else’s embarrassing juvenilia, it’s only fair that some of the dirt I dig up is my own:

Along the spreading fog banks
down beside the River Thames
stands a model of precision
no one questions or condemns.

Amid the gargoyles' grimaces
its face shines in the night;
Precise reliability
among a pie of spite.

Undaunted by reality;
not marred by trivial need.
Relentless in its purpose -
never sows a barren seed.

A beacon of eternity,
stalwart against the dark
in accuracy paragon -
it's always on the mark.

The cycles of the city
match this undisputed rhythm.
Its movements push the hands' extremes
but never come to schism.

It counts a beat unstoppable;
its cant can't be undone.
The tattoo is the pulse of life,
from the heart of Clockwork London.

Instagram photo by Cthulu • Sep 21, 2016 at 2:03pm UTC