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wavelenght
2021 - 29,5x21cm (53x53 framed) - Ink on Paper
(Private Collection)
(Private Collection)
eleventh
2024 - 24x40cm - Ink and Acrylics and Oils and Blood and Gore on Wood
thirteenth
2025 - 26x40cm - Ink on Paper
(Private Collection)
(Private Collection)
ninth
2025 - 54x77cm - Pure Essence on Canvas
(Private Collection)
THE MOMENTS REPOSE
AWOKE EYES OF ICE
IN VISON FROZE, FROZE
THE MELTING WORLD
ALL IS AROUND
BUT WITHIN IS BARREN, IS BARREN
Drying the water
Anchor me in ice
Mirror of the reaper
The arrow of my eyes...
(Private Collection)
THE MOMENTS REPOSE
AWOKE EYES OF ICE
IN VISON FROZE, FROZE
THE MELTING WORLD
ALL IS AROUND
BUT WITHIN IS BARREN, IS BARREN
Drying the water
Anchor me in ice
Mirror of the reaper
The arrow of my eyes...
If time were fleeting,
The heralds to let go,
But time is water
Freezing as it flows
Slow, beating pendulum
Don’t measure time
I’ll sink the heavens
While reaching for the dawn
Seven eyes sewn open, bestows
As above, so below
Water mirrors and the stillness grows…
The heralds to let go,
But time is water
Freezing as it flows
Slow, beating pendulum
Don’t measure time
I’ll sink the heavens
While reaching for the dawn
Seven eyes sewn open, bestows
As above, so below
Water mirrors and the stillness grows…
In to seven more unseeing
The bondage throne
THE WAVES THAT SHORE
TWO THIRSTY HANDS
SWING A NEEDLE OF BLOOD
TO BIND ME
TO BIND ME
WEAVING THE OCEAN
THROUGH WHICH I FLOOD
THE HEAVEN OF BLOOD
TO BIND ME
I’M BOUND TO
WAVES
THE WAVES OF NO SHORE...
The bondage throne
THE WAVES THAT SHORE
TWO THIRSTY HANDS
SWING A NEEDLE OF BLOOD
TO BIND ME
TO BIND ME
WEAVING THE OCEAN
THROUGH WHICH I FLOOD
THE HEAVEN OF BLOOD
TO BIND ME
I’M BOUND TO
WAVES
THE WAVES OF NO SHORE...
FLOODS THAT SLEEVE
THE REACH OF THE DROUGHT
TO BLEED EVERMORE
EMPTY ME
EMPTY ME
ASH OF THE OCEAN
Sewing
TO BIND ME
Sewing needle of drought
TO BIND ME
Weaving
WEAVING THE OCEAN
Weaving pendulum
HANGING, WEAVING THE GROUND
A BREATHLESS FABRIC OF FLOATING ASHES
TIED, AND THEN REWOUND
REIGNED,
WEAVED IN THE NEEDLE
THE CYCLE TURNS AROUND
AIR, BURNT TO ASHEN MOUNTAINS
WEAVING THE GROUND
SWIMMING UNDERGROUND
PENDULUM,
SILENT GAVEL
OF TIME
ITS BURNING IN THE SKY...
THE REACH OF THE DROUGHT
TO BLEED EVERMORE
EMPTY ME
EMPTY ME
ASH OF THE OCEAN
Sewing
TO BIND ME
Sewing needle of drought
TO BIND ME
Weaving
WEAVING THE OCEAN
Weaving pendulum
HANGING, WEAVING THE GROUND
A BREATHLESS FABRIC OF FLOATING ASHES
TIED, AND THEN REWOUND
REIGNED,
WEAVED IN THE NEEDLE
THE CYCLE TURNS AROUND
AIR, BURNT TO ASHEN MOUNTAINS
WEAVING THE GROUND
SWIMMING UNDERGROUND
PENDULUM,
SILENT GAVEL
OF TIME
ITS BURNING IN THE SKY...
Be not where you lay lest the bond be broken
Vanish where you stay
Timeless in the well lest the song is spoken
Over for the sell
Eye of the cold
Will scald in the fold
Higher than low
Dripping from the scene lest the scalding ocean
Is drowning all the trees
Time to fall this cell
Know the name of harrowed
With it you'll do well
The crane that only felt was never seen as spoken
It's vanished from my self
The tame you would arise
Formulate the harrowed
Vanish in the I
Vanish in the eyes
Vanish from the sky...
Vanish where you stay
Timeless in the well lest the song is spoken
Over for the sell
Eye of the cold
Will scald in the fold
Higher than low
Dripping from the scene lest the scalding ocean
Is drowning all the trees
Time to fall this cell
Know the name of harrowed
With it you'll do well
The crane that only felt was never seen as spoken
It's vanished from my self
The tame you would arise
Formulate the harrowed
Vanish in the I
Vanish in the eyes
Vanish from the sky...
The stain that only sees
Crawl like rain
Is only led through harrowed...
For disdain
When practiced at the dream
When nothing's left to see
Nought to feign
Call the name upon this floor
Nor to drain
Know that it is more
And opened in the shallows
None for sane
When nothing could be more
But for more
When nothing could be more
Burn the core
You see the final shore
From before
Bleed beyond the pour
Last of lore
Drip upon the floor
Seen as more
Vanish for the more
Told it well
Called beyond the well
Then tore the shell
Led beyond the chill
When nothing held
Stone the moon as well
But something fell
For which you could have found
Crawl like rain
Is only led through harrowed...
For disdain
When practiced at the dream
When nothing's left to see
Nought to feign
Call the name upon this floor
Nor to drain
Know that it is more
And opened in the shallows
None for sane
When nothing could be more
But for more
When nothing could be more
Burn the core
You see the final shore
From before
Bleed beyond the pour
Last of lore
Drip upon the floor
Seen as more
Vanish for the more
Told it well
Called beyond the well
Then tore the shell
Led beyond the chill
When nothing held
Stone the moon as well
But something fell
For which you could have found
Float the moon as well…
Flow the moon as well…
All who strayed beyond the shadows have nothing to disdain
All that soared away from reason were held aloft in sway
All that’s widening the narrows will crumble to decay...
Flow the moon as well…
All who strayed beyond the shadows have nothing to disdain
All that soared away from reason were held aloft in sway
All that’s widening the narrows will crumble to decay...
Lie of the sold
Would warm in the cold
Desire will hold
If the motion
Lied and light had froze
Might of the fever
Hold my eyes to know...
Would warm in the cold
Desire will hold
If the motion
Lied and light had froze
Might of the fever
Hold my eyes to know...
Dry the waves
Anchor ice
Mirror reaper
Arrowed eyes
An ice of pieces
Of what was once there,
The skin of being
Flayed as though
The air
Dry the land
Anchor sand
Mirror reaper
Gallows stand
Slow the heart
Still the tide
Sink the heavens
From the sky...
Anchor ice
Mirror reaper
Arrowed eyes
An ice of pieces
Of what was once there,
The skin of being
Flayed as though
The air
Dry the land
Anchor sand
Mirror reaper
Gallows stand
Slow the heart
Still the tide
Sink the heavens
From the sky...
All that laid upon this hallowed yet crumbling domain
All who strayed beyond the shadows have nothing to disdain...
All who strayed beyond the shadows have nothing to disdain...
This cycle thus froze
When seeking all repose
The thawing of peace
Drips backward to the freeze
Now motion lies still
With nought left for the kill
A fever long boiled
And venom to recoil...
When seeking all repose
The thawing of peace
Drips backward to the freeze
Now motion lies still
With nought left for the kill
A fever long boiled
And venom to recoil...
The pendulum slows
Then stilled under the cold
In absence he flies
In presence we will writhe
Bell Witch
Then stilled under the cold
In absence he flies
In presence we will writhe
Bell Witch
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third
2024 - 60x100cm - Ink on Canvas
(Private Collection)
Alienation got the better of me, but I've learned to ride the waves in time.
They were looking at me and it was a hellish stare...
It still is.
Despite all the disturbance, I chose the choice of looking back through the spectacle.
To the eye of the unliving. The eye of never born.
Perception of a dead space: It was everything that never meant to be alive. At that very moment, I found the act:
That eye watches me,
the mouth speaks to me,
the tongue pierces through me...
(Private Collection)
Alienation got the better of me, but I've learned to ride the waves in time.
They were looking at me and it was a hellish stare...
It still is.
Despite all the disturbance, I chose the choice of looking back through the spectacle.
To the eye of the unliving. The eye of never born.
Perception of a dead space: It was everything that never meant to be alive. At that very moment, I found the act:
That eye watches me,
the mouth speaks to me,
the tongue pierces through me...
The eyes of the stone were the culprit who were tormenting me for all these years. With that clarity, I stopped running around like a headless chicken even though it was tormenting, I looked back, and when I looked more, I saw the vision within the reflection of its eyes... In order to perceive abstract as material, without emotion or any calculation. Although we have made decisions and choices as "creatures of free will", we've been only taking the shape of our containers as the liquids pouring inside. "free" and "will" are the other two words we use... Noises, voices, reflections of our abstract thought processes. Electrochemical sources supply our ideas after certain mechanical outcomes.
"Philosophical zombies" would be an understatement to celebrate this factual situation: we are literal zombies.
We are born and die, but never live.
"Philosophical zombies" would be an understatement to celebrate this factual situation: we are literal zombies.
We are born and die, but never live.
Audacity to look through things the way you should not.
Dangers of perceiving wavelength? You can't/-/
Those voices you can't hear, colours beyond comprehension.
I'll continue to watch them in awe...
Dangers of perceiving wavelength? You can't/-/
Those voices you can't hear, colours beyond comprehension.
I'll continue to watch them in awe...
fifth
2024 - 21x30cm - Ink on Paper
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