« the dreamshades that live in the city often try to imitate our lifestyle and gradually become more human-like. although they hidden under the night veil, they have fun, make friends, fall in love, work, and dream just like us! so if you go outside after dark, listen carefully and look closely, you may notice their quiet presence around »
« the lonely wizard who put a piece of his soul into his beloved creation and half ceased to be a human... but despite this he feels so much happier now »
Gritted teeth, flake off gunmetal- flesh past tongue and a red hot barrel, same as strip, or spiral, or clamp or bag or-
I should've known there was no stepping back.
No bell unrung, no sense forgotten- So I'll keep it, use it, held against me as I've always done, this gun to temple and I, the ammunition: a victim in ecstasy.
"Why can't we look the other way?" "...Too far gone."- all these lines read, re-read lord please but this anything, anything but this medicine so saccharine- cut to point and straight to, like a fist reeled back too far and long after spoken: "She said stop!", Cock and fire, cut to nothing much the point of this is "Too far", this love and lust, this heart and lung as pain or god flows freely, like blood and pain your ink a ghost of injury: second to last cylinder fires, nothing under the hood- gently worn through overuse, left sputtering- straining in the aftermath.
This is the supernormal made normal, exaggerated, stared to the mirror Infatuated, but not the thing you want- What's left then?
Back to the word, the single slip forever and all falling to naught, but a bite and whole world crashes down, allegory for a suicide or punishment, funny how it ends- "Feeling Funny" for so long, what's the caption say this time? Looking for something new?
Best guess is that you never sink your teeth into- this, the paranoia, instant death damnation mirrored, by face in crowd so real in room dotted by all the elders, picture perfect pictures and the colors staining red, far to the right now and for you, and people like it's back to being dead.
Made this piece while experimenting combining painting and collage work within a single piece. A lot of these experiments came out ugly and messy and bad, but this one came out pretty good.