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>>>Reflections has now a music piece too that interprets the profound feeling of the image: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7632048/ b< 
foxamoore !
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Reflections.
Somewhere between these two worlds, exists the a whole person - divided. Somewhere between dream and waking.
A part of them trapped, just beneath the surface. A forlorn acceptance to their existence; and only the freedom that sleep can provide will relieve that burden. There is a profound resignation, a deep sorrow that swims in their eyes. It is unlike a fresh wound; new and painful. It is not a wound that bleeds. Nor a wound that strikes with agony. But a rancorous thing. A burden endured. An old regret; one that suffocates and slowly constricts. Each breath, harder to take. And like gravity, it is a crippling inevitability - resigned to the fact. Trapped, just beneath the surface. With only their reflection to remind them.
A tiredness that wishes only for respite.
The eyes speak loudly; as much with their presence as with their absences.
Where the eyes tell a story of burden and a resignation to the point of sorrow - there is a profoundness in the release of sleep; a reflection of their desire. The freedom there in, beyond the confines and the suffocating existence of what lies behind those eyes. There is peace. A respite from the arduous reflection that never seems to change. Until sleep comes. Until one is made whole again where the boarders of sleep and waking blur and meld.
The reflection, one of resignation transforms, the dream becoming the real, past the curtain of the surface. Past the reflections of sadness. A projection into another world, one that is neither bound by limitations of heart nor impediments of the body. A place where two parts are made one and all things are possible.
A world of burden forgotten; the freedom of dream.
- WanderingPariah
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A speedpainting of a simple idea that came to mind.
3h
Thanks a lot to
wanderingpariah who wrote this wonderful column about reflecting the image content. :)
Thanks a lot to foxamoore for the interpretation of this painting with a wonderful piano play: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7632048/
foxamoore !____________________________________
Reflections.
Somewhere between these two worlds, exists the a whole person - divided. Somewhere between dream and waking.
A part of them trapped, just beneath the surface. A forlorn acceptance to their existence; and only the freedom that sleep can provide will relieve that burden. There is a profound resignation, a deep sorrow that swims in their eyes. It is unlike a fresh wound; new and painful. It is not a wound that bleeds. Nor a wound that strikes with agony. But a rancorous thing. A burden endured. An old regret; one that suffocates and slowly constricts. Each breath, harder to take. And like gravity, it is a crippling inevitability - resigned to the fact. Trapped, just beneath the surface. With only their reflection to remind them.
A tiredness that wishes only for respite.
The eyes speak loudly; as much with their presence as with their absences.
Where the eyes tell a story of burden and a resignation to the point of sorrow - there is a profoundness in the release of sleep; a reflection of their desire. The freedom there in, beyond the confines and the suffocating existence of what lies behind those eyes. There is peace. A respite from the arduous reflection that never seems to change. Until sleep comes. Until one is made whole again where the boarders of sleep and waking blur and meld.
The reflection, one of resignation transforms, the dream becoming the real, past the curtain of the surface. Past the reflections of sadness. A projection into another world, one that is neither bound by limitations of heart nor impediments of the body. A place where two parts are made one and all things are possible.
A world of burden forgotten; the freedom of dream.
- WanderingPariah
_____________________________________________________________
A speedpainting of a simple idea that came to mind.
3h
Thanks a lot to
wanderingpariah who wrote this wonderful column about reflecting the image content. :)Thanks a lot to
foxamoore for the interpretation of this painting with a wonderful piano play: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7632048/Category All / All
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You have no idea how much this picture shows how I feel right now just in this one moment and in this moment you come up with this!
Thank you it's like a little rehab, if my hands were able to draw today I my would ahve drawn this.
Thank you for this picture..right now and in this moment!
Thank you it's like a little rehab, if my hands were able to draw today I my would ahve drawn this.
Thank you for this picture..right now and in this moment!
These lines are so clearly those of Pariah. No one else I know can put the feelings that linger in the depth of ones very soul, that occur while seeing something so inexpressable touching as your art, in such lucid words.
Concerning the picture, it somehow reflects how I feel at the moment. I feel split, as if a essential part of my self has been isolated from me and left me behind with restlessness. I know it is there, but I can't seem to find a way to push through. I know I should be happy, but there's always this feeling of lack, which doesn't allow it.
Concerning the picture, it somehow reflects how I feel at the moment. I feel split, as if a essential part of my self has been isolated from me and left me behind with restlessness. I know it is there, but I can't seem to find a way to push through. I know I should be happy, but there's always this feeling of lack, which doesn't allow it.
Your magnificent art and wanderingpariah's eloquent words seem to go hand in hand very well. Each compliments the other in just the right way. The subject matter here is something I can actually relate to very well (at least I imagine so).
Actually, not so much for myself, but of a dear character of mine. One that has gone through so much, and has reached the edge of his limits. Now he stands at the end of his road, so very tired and broken... Tired of staining his hands with blood of people he doesn't even know. Tired of paving the path before him with countless corpses, in the name of "doing what's right". Just tired of it all. There, he stands, waiting... Seeking peace eternal by the hands of his best friend. And yet his friend seems to torment him by denying his final wish, dragging him along one last voyage. Prolonging the end to his suffering.
wanderingpariah's eloquent words seem to go hand in hand very well. Each compliments the other in just the right way. The subject matter here is something I can actually relate to very well (at least I imagine so).Actually, not so much for myself, but of a dear character of mine. One that has gone through so much, and has reached the edge of his limits. Now he stands at the end of his road, so very tired and broken... Tired of staining his hands with blood of people he doesn't even know. Tired of paving the path before him with countless corpses, in the name of "doing what's right". Just tired of it all. There, he stands, waiting... Seeking peace eternal by the hands of his best friend. And yet his friend seems to torment him by denying his final wish, dragging him along one last voyage. Prolonging the end to his suffering.
The swirly lines that I see dominating in most of your work is so captivating. I love the emotions that's comin' through 'em, and in this particular piece, I love the color choices and the settings. I love it, and I love how you're capable of capture some of the deepest feelings.
there is nothing i can do but stare at its beauty. knowing that i only see it thanks to you. in this way you have changed my brain, body, and life for ever.
thank you.
so much disorientation. so much yearn and hurt. if any so beautiful could feel this way. it brings me shame as man that we can cause such emotion. but pride that we can bring, even from it, from it love, happiness, dedication. and become of it beauty.
thank you.
so much disorientation. so much yearn and hurt. if any so beautiful could feel this way. it brings me shame as man that we can cause such emotion. but pride that we can bring, even from it, from it love, happiness, dedication. and become of it beauty.
The poem which tells the sensations of truth along with matching picture and music speak nothing but the truth.
This may sound odd or familiar, but i feel this exact way.
And though your picture is one of millions, it speaks to me and i thank you for showing what i could not.
:]
This may sound odd or familiar, but i feel this exact way.
And though your picture is one of millions, it speaks to me and i thank you for showing what i could not.
:]
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