Battle of The Invoked Impossibility

Though facts are scarce, the wan scholars of esoterica have assembled some information regarding the artist.  It is customarily agreed upon that Beebe lives in Brooklyn and received his MFA from The School of Visual Arts; he lives a cloistered, studio-bound life fixating on the creation of his monomaniacal maps, diagrams, genealogical charts, portraits, and other pseudo-archival ephemera. All of these drawings explore Refractoria, an imagino-ordinary world surmised to be equal parts memoir and pure chimera.

If he is ever placed on trial, Beebe’s convoluted drawings will be introduced as evidence.  These documents are illustrated and signed confessions introduced into the abstruse court of art-world opinion.

The following text comes from an authoritative translation of the Bakelite tablets found during the excavation of the ruins of the Buried Library of Graphine Colette. These ruins were revealed after the Considerable Flood of 767 in the muck of the western bank of the Vinegar River in Indianapolis, the City of Impasses. The text included herein is widely attributed to Bashfat the Archivist, well-known scholar of Refractoria.

"As is obvious, the entire continent of Refractoria Quintesse is the center of the world, and the western portion of Refractoria is the absolute center of enlightened humanity. Sciences, magicks, astronomy, astrology, alchemy... [unreadable passage]...are all thoroughly mastered in western Refractoria ....

"Little is known (and less believed) about the lands of the eastern portion of Refractoria--the Empressy of the Vast Nonsense holds sway there ... [unreadable passage] is a wretched hive of scum and villainy bent on introducing deceit, cuckoldry and unbearable saudade upon the mannered peoples of the world....the less said about that the better ...

"Less still is known about the about the savage inhabitants of the other miserable landmasses--Ovok, the Marsupial Continent; the pathetically sympathetic continent of the Cemetery of Kisses; the absolute aloofness of the continent of Endless Inheadedness ... and, finally, the insular and incomprehensible continent of the Land of Temporary Novelty.