There are many portrayals of Christ here, this one has a sacred heart. It depicts a suffering Ian Curtis with wounds on his hands and other injuries emerging from the darkness. My recurring plant ornaments here are cold and hurtful sharp objects.
I am in awe of Joy Division’s music having bought Closer at age 17. Casually attracted by the cover without knowing anything about what the content of that pirate tape was. Bought at a market in Soria, that first listen blew me away.
I clearly remember that hypnotic drumming on “Atrocity Exhibition”as if it were yesterday but my actual Epiphany happened during “Twenty Four Hours”. I think it was the closest thing to being totally overwhelmed by a piece of music that I have ever experienced. Ian Curtis was already dead by this time but I had to learn more. Access to such information was difficult then, even more so for a penniless kid from the provinces. The legend of him has grown exponentially beyond cult status ever since and it continues. All hail Ian Curtis!