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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These are absolutely stunning! And, in my opinion, the answers always float beyond death.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Vicky! Much appreciated! :)
DeleteAs for the answers... well, we will never know, but that shouldn't stop us from seeking them. ;)