Beyond silence and storm. Awoken in or from a dream, subconscious rises from shades of dark and becomes reality, swallowing, blooming, burning, ashes. The bottom cracks open, blazing, blooming, rising. Let me breath, let me breath. A blood red sun rises, shining, blinding, revealing; ruins and mountains ahead the road. Continue or flee? Carry me, carry me, to a place I haven’t seen before. Lift the mask and let me see, who I am to be. Let me see, let me see. Images of the Self everywhere. Symbolism in the abyss of the mind, subconscious, still?
You might have noticed that there were a lot of changes (regarding my website) the last months. It started over a year ago, when I decided to change the design. Then I also changed the structure of the website, added an archive, changed the separation of the pages (especially the gallery) und added new pages (like Worldbuilding for example). All texts (especially the “About” site) got updated. Furthermore, I removed a bunch of old works and blog posts.
(It was quite funny to find my very first Blog-Post (Radioactive Hydra) again, for several reasons. Actually I deleted it too during the Tabula Rasa, but decided to Re-Up it, because it feels like the origin of building my own lair/website.)
“Sometimes things, minds, people
need to change.
As there is no way for them
to stay the same.”
“The Highest Sky above,
the Inferno itself within.
The growling Hydra in front
and the Crown on my head.“
“Hoping, wanting, striving,
how much are you willing to give?
The wild games of desire and hope,
how do you plan to reach your goal?“
I spent the last 10 days in paradise (a.k.a. a wonderful island in the south of the maldives) where I meet amazing creatures (fell in love with hermit crabs – that also explains the fantasy creature design above) and nice people.
tell me the way.
A howl in the distance,
will lead me away.”
“I know I’ve been here before,
in this storm.
Out of the box,
not fitting in a lane.
Let me breathe. “
Neither just black nor white,
a million shades of colors instead.
Not simply war or peace,
rather creation and destruction
with a fragile peace inbetween.
Never stop singing,
even when the music’s long gone.
I’ll be my own morning light
so I’ll be safe and sound.
“Standing there like an ancient god,
counting all your deeds,
still not a saint or savior for you.
Seeing blaze between the lines,
I will burn it all down
until there are plane grounds.
Justice will be served.
Balance will be found.
Preparations for a new, upcoming art series. A little spoiler for what’s coming.