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Hoard of Beasts 4

resfeber
the restless race of a traveler’s heart before undertaking a journey,
when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together,
staring at the horizont and wondering what awaits one there.

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You can never know what emotions people choose to not express, but unexpressed emotions will never die.
They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways. They are rising beasts. One day you cannot stop them from coming anymore.
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Kodex-origin_edit_sig-sm(A5, pencil and a little PS, ~20min)

Risen from NOUS, it all started with just a simple sketch, a few minutes, to find the origin of something new, something significant. Continue Reading

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May I be nothing more
than a thought risen from mind?
As a meaning against my own definition

Even still knowing that I am myself
and always will be me
Breathing the same air my demons breathe

Let go of what I am, become what I might be
Through all and void
embracing a new beyond

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Home is
wherever the heart is

I can be that home
if you fly with me, away

And home will be everywhere

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It feels like the NOUS Sketch Series is coming to an end. But what will the end be? I can catch a glimpse of it from here, but it’s foggy over there.
It’s like a big puzzle, and many of the past works are part of it. Slowly but steady I see what I’ll meet in the end.

I’m glad I had my A5-Sketchbook with me during my last train travel, as it turned out to be a very productive and creative little journey – not only in physical distance, but also in mind.

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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.

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Trapped in yourself, break out instead
Shattered mirrors in flower fields
Are staring back at the illusions

Wake up, stop pretending
This day’s beginning in ending
No more blank illusions, a new day

Nothing left, but the sound of my heart
I feel the blood running through my veins
And I know, I’m alive

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Clock keeps spinning, round after round.

How long have I been up? – I don’t know!
Why can’t you see all the colours that I see?
I want to be colourful and free.

What is going on? – Cycles keep turning!
Now I’m grey, then any colour of the rainbow.
There are echoes in the mirrors, fragments in dust.
I run to the horizon and beyond, never look back.

Run round after round,
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