People living in an artefact,
people becoming an artefact,
…no reflection in the mirror.
A sea of mystery – ignored.
Shadows dancing on walls – unseen.
Realizations beyond the known – non-existent.
And you people have been manipulated.
And you people feel satisfied.
…won’t break out of the machine.
NOUS sketches, part four: Artefact
As with the other ones, I see a meaning in the poem (here the “basic” people, who are so annoyingly anchored in the vision of dull reality), but can’t relate it to the drawings.
The “Artefact” is represented by the man-crafted things in each image: crown, sword, necklace-shield/mirror-thingy.
->The first one: an actual untamed/free mind(=beast) is completely focused on the crown (->vision/illusion of power/money/wealth) and remains standing while staring at the crown, so it doesn’t see the obscure shadow.
->The second one: a loyal, blind ‘servant’ following orders, as he believes it’s the (only) right thing – even if it actually hurts himself (not sure if you can see it, but the sword cut though his skin)
->The last one: mirror-faced-creature looking on a reflecting necklace – the creature became what it longed for, but lost itself on the way (it has no reflection in the mirror). It became the artefact in which it lived in // for which it lived. And I let it look like an abomination because that’s not something good in my opinion. xD
I hope this short ideas help you a little in understanding the relation of art and poem x)