incredible art by nyia.kylab on instagram
Was very honored to have a chance to write an interpretation of this incredible work of Ny's. I was shown the piece with very little context and it truly moved me, especially since I feel a very strong connection to Simon as a character.
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There are those who study dreams who have said that dreaming of clay represents a relationship that makes you risk losing your identity, the fear of losing who you are through being moulded to fit the purposes of someone else and not your own.
Simon may be sculpted from clay, and perhaps at first glance you may see how he has fallen into this pattern, how he has been used as a means to someone else’s end. How he has been stripped of his identity and painted over in the colours of something he’s not or he should never have had to be. He’s been painted as a caretaker to a father, a parent to a sister, a criminal to a classmate, an outsider to a society that will never accept him.
A danger to an institution that leaves little room for mistakes.
Even from Wilhelm, who paints him in the most extraordinary colours of love, who stained his heart with purple. For that person too he has been asked to change forms into something that is not his true to who he is.
Simon has given constantly of himself until there’s precious little more to give, until the signs of wear, the abrasions and stains begin to surface even in moments of fragile happiness and intense joy.
The process of moulding a masterpiece of entails getting your hands dirty, starting over when you make a mistake, to use an expert eye and hand and instinct in order to personify an idea or will.
Clay can be reshaped and remade again and again until it becomes what it was meant to be. To be kindled in fire and emerge as more beautiful and radiant terracotta, glazed in colour or left red. To become an unapologetic piece of art that is breathed to life by mistake after mistake, trial by trial, measured in small successes and great setbacks.
Because even when faced with impossible circumstances, when the world expects him to sacrifice his own morals, to be the bigger person, to hide his face and do what’s easy. When they try to silence him. Even when the exterior that protects his heart is beaten down, is stained by the judgments and needs and wants and scorn of everyone else. Even when they pull at him from every direction and suffocate him with hands that stain and leave imprints in the colours of what they tell him to be.
Gold
What they think he wants to be.
Purple
What he actually wants to be.
Simon is made of clay. And through fire, he will shape himself, rearrange the chemicals of his limitations to become an effigy no longer able to be remoulded to fit someone else’s vision. Although terracotta too is fragile, in the way that humans are, it is brave.
It is brave to be yourself in a world where people want to break you.
Simon is simple perhaps at first glance, rough-hewn to those who don’t care to understand him.
But clay is tangible, and earthen, and real.
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[Image description: digital art of Bill Cipher as a baby, held up by his parents. His mother is a blue triangle with two eyes closed and a bow tie. His father is a red triangle with three eyes and a top hat. In the first image, they all look happy, captioned: "Family Matters."
In the second image, Bill's pupil is gone and his eye is blank. His parents silhouettes are grayed out, with a static effect and bloodied. The caption reads: "why did you do it." End ID.]
(ty @anistarrose for ID text!!)
haha. ha
Starts violently sobbing
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