Simulacrum: A Rule Is an Illusion (Post-Apocalyptic Bonus)

Our sadness evolves and mutates into a pearl.
If we break open the shell, it won't disappear.
It will only grow.

My latest and one of the longest series, Simulacrum: A Rule Is an Illusion, obviously refuses to die, so I guess it won't hurt to increase the number of pieces by 2... And who knows, maybe I'll play necromancer once again?

Simulacrum pt. I / Simulacrum pt. II / Simulacrum pt. III

So Eager to Start All Over Again

Under the Watchful Eye, in a Jiffy

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Simulacrum: A Rule Is an Illusion (the Final 6)

Deeply immersed in our oldest thoughts,

We burn at the stake of the Sevenfold Dreams,

Their blood limpid and their matter black.

 

Countless and restless are our Sundays

And the hopelessness of our serenity enchants us. 

Who will sing about the end of this world?

The final six collages of the Simulacrum series (Part I / Part II) refuse to provide any resolution - instead, they deepen the enigma and reach for the most inaccessible recesses of the subconscious. What if the answer floats beyond death?

 

Innermost Forever: Indiscretion Guaranteed

 

A Second Prior to the Rose Opening

Switching the Roles / The Millennial Intermezzo

Like Walking on Water in Early Morning

Another Five Minutes of a Contemplative Nap

Yellow Omega or a Belated Apocalypse?

 

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Simulacrum: A Rule is an Illusion (the 2nd Batch)

The abandoned planet vivisects the horizon,

Setting the Mechanism of Perfect Blemishes in motion.

When the Loop opens, the earth trembles.

As we lay completely forgotten by our gods,

Their murderous intentions become clear as a child's tear.

There is no higher truth than this Arcanum.

A continuation of the Simulacrum series brings six more pieces that obstinately defy clarification, plunging the couple of unnamed characters deeper into a feverish delirium of uncontrollable abstractions...

The Final Recognition of a New Dawn

Eons Later, Above the Sea of Undreamed Souls

Sailing the Clouds of Yesterday

Penetrating the Fabric of the Future

Instant Crystalization of the Now

Shadowless Hours in Full Bloom

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Simulacrum: A Rule Is an Illusion

A toxic bubble graces the skies with its presence.
We stare at it with our eyes touched by the Void.
For a moment, our breathing stops,
And then everything becomes the luminous absence.
A whisper in disguise denounces the alleviating pain...
 

A blend of vintage erotica, esoteric mystery, geometric magick, the elements of steam- and cyberpunk subgenres, as well as pulpy fantasy along the lines of Bakshi's Fire and Ice or Filmation's He-Man and the Masters of the Universe cartoon, Simulacrum: A Rule Is an Illusion is my latest series of collages set in a fragile, continuously mutating world of frequent temporal disruptions. I present its first five pieces, and more will follow soon...

The Dayspring of Evanescent Eternity

Star Collectors Challenge the Nightfall

Just Before Midnight: A Time-Bending Ritual

Sudden Rupture During the Great Paranoia

A Transcendental Rest at Frozen Noon

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