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10 years as an an Australian Army Medic

Diploma of Nursing and Diploma of Paramedical Science.

Bachelor of Arts: Creative writing with Curtin university in Perth. June 2021 - to Present.

My experience in life has lended me the opportunity to work across civilian healthcare and military, as well as firsthand experience working with several nation’s armed forces in the Asia-Pacific region.

I have an extensive wealth of knowledge and stories to share and I look forward to working with you more!

Macabre Parlours,

By Sean Fuller

The meaning life can be a curious thing to consider, more often than not, however, is that the pursuit of such definition can cause years of agonizing torment and may never be realized. It could be found at the end of a spiritual journey, the end of life, or if you’re truly lucky enough, something that is obtained easily. For me, such definition has been an assortment of gothic revelations that by themselves are only simple occurrences, but now that I combine them all together in the cauldron of conscious thought, I see the bigger picture. All in all, it comes down to one simple word that defines my life: Parlour. Like the mystical genie granting three wishes, though more of a monkey’s paw granting three cursed wishes, I understand that three types of parlours exist in my reality to define my existence. An early foray into a funeral parlour, and later a series of morbid experiences studying the human condition and death. An addiction to tattoo parlours in a lifelong search for identity; painful, bloody, confronting body modification. And finally, the establishment of a moody candlelit parlour inside my mind, built as a macabre fortress of solitude to confront the harsh realities of existence. Together, these three parlours have created an aesthetic, a particular style of prose, and a way of life that flows from mind to ink and establishes Sean Fuller as an entity that does indeed exist. The targeted audience for the personal essay, as well as my dark aesthetic is those fans of horror, psychological thrillers, dark narratives, and confronting themes that aren’t shied away from. Such themes for me are best conveyed through fiction novels, horror scripts for cinema and television, and a consistent sense of theatricality via Instagram and my website on Squarespace.

Death is an inevitable aspect of this thing we call life. Throughout my life I have seen death, been caught ion the wake of friend’s suicides, and more gruesomely studied in cadaver labs during my Army Medical training. I know how the human body works, the intricacies of the multiple systems all at work simultaneously, and above all, I know the smell of rotting flesh and of flesh preserved in formaldehyde. Like the characters of 19th century horror literature, I was the scientist trying to discover the meaning of life through the human body, and with it came to understand the frailty of humanity. Sever the femoral artery and you’ll lose consciousness within 45 seconds. The jugular a similar time. Starve the brain of oxygen and you can get irreversible damage within minutes. We are at all times within the cold grasp of death. This fact was initially terrifying, but after some heavy reflection in a candlelit fortress of solitude, I know now how important life is. My writing is dark, confronting, and often confusing, but underneath this all, in the rising action of my story is what I know as the meaning of life. It is simply to overcome, again and again before the mortal coil finally snaps eternally. To think life as pointless, nothing but chaos is folly. Yet, these themes need to be explored fully, no matter how far from the light they descend, for my journey may be understood, for others it may not. That in truth is the purpose of the writer, to create understanding of things in existence, so that someone may resonate with it, and be able to better identify with themselves and their place in the cosmos. My intention is to utilise the extensive anatomical knowledge in ways that circumvent the horror genre.

It’s often confronting when you walk into a tattoo parlour. You’re immediately overcome with a surge of competing sensory overloads, like the smell of ink and disinfectant. There’s a constant buzzing of machines, alternative music, and art on every surface available, including the human canvas. From the first second the needle hit my skin I was hooked, and now thirteen years later, and most of my body covered, I still think of what additions I can still make to solidify my own existence. A man was skinned in death as per his request, and his tattoo bodysuit was displayed in an art exhibition. An extreme concept that I no only respect, but wonder what legacy I will leave behind. So many tattoos, iterations of meaning, some well thought out, some after too many whiskeys, the question remains of what stories I want to share with the world. I have never been dull, boring, in fact, while I have always been an unusual and eccentric personality, my extreme commitment to the alternative lifestyle could most certainly be utilised as a medium to sell my gothic writing to a consistently growing market for the macabre, the horrific, and the downright strange and unusual. I have bled, passed out, gone into shock, met people of all walks of life, listened to their stories, seen their pain, their love, their heartache, and all of it has gone into the cauldron of creativity and with it has come a plethora of material waiting to be digested. This ties into my personal intention to make the alternative better understood, and use these lessons to create diverse, and dynamic characters.

My military career was in a word, intense, where I needed a way to compartmentalise, and process what I was being exposed to. Suicide, death, cadaver labs, and a daily handling of blood and human material had begun to wear me down, and so I slowly began to build in my mind a place that I was able to process it all, but never allow it to leave. The method was simple enough, for I had for decades been in love with moody parlour rooms in gothic mansions, with winged back chairs, a fireplace, and a stack of books that I could devour. The content of the books became what afflictions and adversities I was facing. It was prose of an inner monologue, destined to become not my tragedy, but of fictional characters. With it came my first novel, “The Behemoth”. A man struggling with self-identity facing off against the world and an eldritch terror. The specific imagery used for the novel is simplistic and utilises gothic themes with a faded skull on a black background with tentacles penetrating the skull. This styling is intended to draw in gothic readers with a love for darker books, both literally and metaphorically. This method won’t necessarily be a public space. Instead, this is a personal method to work through ideas, filter them, disassociate, and channel the write voice for the story needing to be told.

 The human condition is often at times dark, yet in the midst of trying to uncover the meaning of life, it is within the confronting, and challenging sides of morbidity that allow resonance and understanding to be developed. This is why it is inherently necessary for writers of the macabre and taboo to push the boundaries of society with prose. With my own personal history of a deep connection to death and the human condition, I possess an understanding of these things on a strong level of which I can effectively convey this to the audience through novels, cinema, and television. Additionally, my exposure to the alternative lifestyle through tattoos and stories has only enriched this understanding of humanity and has generated a mind of divergent thinking. Lastly, the mindfulness technique of creating a fortress of solitude has shifted the darkness within my own life to one of creating stories both terrifying and dark, and such a way of thinking solidifies the market of gothic writing. The world is a strange and conflicting place, more often than not dark and twisted, but ultimately a place that can be understood, tamed, and progressed through what I believe is the truth, particularly in my own world, that parlours exist to create a framework of which life can be given meaning.