Disgusting satanic art. Burn in hell witch.

celestialtimepiece - https://web.archive.org/web/20180528021550/https://celestialtimepiece.com/2016/04/12/the-dream-boxes-of-gloria-vanderbilt/

vogue - https://web.archive.org/web/20170129214013/https://www.vogue.com/slideshow/gloria-vanderbilt-homes-photography#6

From the article:

Some of us are born with a sense of loss. It is not acquired as we grow. It is already there from the beginning, and it pervades us throughout our lives. Loss, defined as deprivation, can be interpreted as being born into a world that does not include a nurturing mother and father. We are captured in an unbreakable glass bubble, undetected by others, and are forever seeking ways to break out, for if we can, surely we will find and touch that which we are missing. —Gloria Vanderbilt, A Mother’s Story (1996)

Haunted by imperfect memories of her long-deceased father whom she scarcely knew, and her elusive, frequently absent, socialite mother, Gloria Vanderbilt published, in 1985, a remarkably candid and elegantly written memoir with the apt title Once Upon a Time, a decade later she published the slender, elegiac A Mother’s Story, a meditation upon the abrupt, unexpected, and inexplicable death of her twenty-three-year-old son Carter Cooper. Certainly, much of Vanderbilt’s art is personally encoded. (Written on a side of “Destiny,” not visible in the photograph printed here, is the gnomic “Much Was Decided Before You Were Born.”) Yet the images of the Dream Boxes are transpersonal, like figures in fairy tales and legends, shorn of historic identity. It may be that the Dream Boxes represent an elliptical, subversive reclaiming of identity by one who has, unlike most of us, been over-defined—”over-determined,” in psychoanalytic terms—by the exterior world. Born not “G.V.,” nor even “Gloria,” but “Gloria Laura Vanderbilt,” a 20th-century princess whose private life has been relentlessly scrutinized by the press over the decades, the artist has had to struggle to be seen, and be heard, on her own individual (and idiosyncratic) terms, and not those projected upon her by history.

I felt nauseous just looking at the pictures. A warped mind, indeed.

(((Modern art))) is fucking garbage. In case you didn't know this yet: modern art mainly has been used for drug and human trafficing deals.

After you're officially on record for owning a $30,000,000 art piece, you only then would pay that much for since it came with a barrel of cocaine and you can donate that (((art))) to a museum and use it as a $30,000,000 tax write off.

Ca$hing in on the murder of a sexualized child is an UGLY and GRUSOME motivation. The rest is just ugly. We already know, the elite can take a shit on a canvas and it will launder just fine. How many kids will this shit purchase above scrutiny?

The dolls in the upper left could possibly be from her childhood. She had a doll house with dolls. I can't imagine here cutting off any of her dolls heads, but maybe the bottom of the dolls were damaged. She had a horrid childhood. So maybe she did cut off the heads of some dolls. Considering her background anything sinister is possible. There was that huge trial about her mother and her lover (a woman)

Yes! The Mirror one should be called Fractured. It reminded of what happens to an MK Ultra mind. Also I noticed the naked cherubs - Sick. They are used over and over. The JonBenet one is sick as well. A gauze type of cloth wrapped around her and her chest exposed. What is that about? Also the Butterfly - Yes this definitely exposes a sick mind and a fractured one. She has always seemed MK Ultra to me.

Btw, the one with the boy in short pants reminds me of her son, the one that went over the side of her balcony. Idk why but it does. Also all the boxes reminds me of her, kind of boxed in, with people looking in but never really getting into her mind and what is really in there.