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©2005-2009 ~The-Eyes-Of-Ezinda
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There is always a perimeter in reality, a stage, a frightful, long ashen stage filled with actors, actresses, roles diverse, moments disperse, hence, the 4 walls of anonymity, dysphoria, alteration, displeasures, disillusion all froth in a single impetus, a chaotic impetus we subconsciously await to affect us but consciously avoid from being punctured by it ... this is a piece that resonates this very concept; the 4 distinct walls of sur-reality, reality, the metaphysical locomotion of our exterior state (sometimes a numbing helplessness) and etc .... Each 4 "Walls" are plastered atomic-flurries of the interior bedlam generated by the exterior cage of continuity.

This concept is based on a tight-sealed closure, a chamber, an incarceration of our subconscious, unconscious fear, my chamber, your chamber, the symbolic implication is clear ... when you sit or lay your head you realize you seem like a cocoon’d encrusted caterpillar, willing to detonate in a flurries of emotional tone yet somewhat a ‘contained-chaotic-automaton’ feeling futile and dependent with just the psyche as your only existential acquaintance ... that asphyxiating feeling of incompletion is the basis of this piece.

[As always, full-view for true visual stimulation and meander and decipher for the existence of this piece]

Much Love & Admiration To You All,
The Chameleon Prophet

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:iconlupusamicus:
Everything and everyone at the same time :) Again you give me a chance to get lost somwhere else than reality. Thank you :)
I don't know why but I would like to give names to the "walls" : 1. Desire 2. Lost memories 3.Childhood 4.Home... But it's just my opinion =P
Oh and loved this part "Coffee stained ignis fatuus malaise" :D

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For a minute there I lost myself... Yeah for a minute I lost myself...
:icongladfly:
wow impressed

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.:.:. Don't be eluded by the bright side of my soul, search instead in the dark side... and you'll find me .:.:.
:iconthe-eyes-of-ezinda:
I am truly grateful for everything :) ... Your opinion and intepretation is defintely needed and wholly appreciated for this is an "ocular-interactive-craft" meaning both artist and observer work in a dynamic flux towards the "other" plane of reality and the consciousness ... somewhat a visual "Une Saison En Enfer" -- I earnestly appreciate it, LupusAmicus -

.. and of-course, Ahh ... "Coffee stained ignis fatuus malaise" .. again, your interpretation is valid, but honestly it's a title of one of my paper-poetic excursions.

Sincelrey -
The Chameleon Prophet [Benito]

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"Oh ... Bliss, Bliss; Blissful Contagious Leprosy of Idle Splendour/ Fearing Perpetual Sleep is a Loathing I reside in Candour/Doth the dove twinge when the tiger of lament punctures?/Plasticized Womb of Medusaean Dirge, Bellows Harsh; an Orphic Neonate
:iconthe-eyes-of-ezinda:
Thank You, signora ... I am deeply thankful :)

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"Oh ... Bliss, Bliss; Blissful Contagious Leprosy of Idle Splendour/ Fearing Perpetual Sleep is a Loathing I reside in Candour/Doth the dove twinge when the tiger of lament punctures?/Plasticized Womb of Medusaean Dirge, Bellows Harsh; an Orphic Neonate
:iconj-adree:
One wall can't stan alone, but four can form of the base of a house. House... home. Home of a soul. Twinkling in the ochre colour of the strolling prayer on the Highway. Jaune...
Compund, yet the most honest and perfect self-portrait I've ever could survey. I could describe it with only one letter...'U'... and I said everything.
Watchers of the exhibition may not understand the aim of the picture (and what I'm uttering now), but to me this piece means so much. Thank you, Mr Hoho!
:iconfancyfairy:
You surprise me.. Your picrures are superb, can't even find a name for them.. Truly talented, indeed :nod:
I enjoy watching your work :heart:

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dry my eyes so you won't know
dry my eyes so i won't show
i know you're right behind me :heart:
:iconarucarde:
an intruging, in depth study of perception, self awareness and an artists struggle with disillusionment.

four individual pieces, yet coherent in their colaboration as a whole, we trancend the state of emotional numbness and vagueties, through to the deeper levels of thought and logic, where when focused on issues of 'spirit', 'hope' and 'heart', logic cannot possibly paint in positivity circumstances that rely so heavily on the chaotic maelstrom of events, both significant and insignificant. here we see a spirit in war with the mind, where perception and hope are at odds with each other.

ideals and aspirations are blurred and incoherent amidst the sheer weight and noise of life and reality.. almost an isometric perspective filled with riddles and consequence, where the potential to make erroneous choices is an ever present entity.. with consequences unforseeable and far reaching. for tiptoeing through this seemingly hostile and pointless game is indeed an unavoidable necessity, and as those who posess the depth of cognition have discovered in the only possible logical conclusion (many before us, and many to come long after we are but dust), a fruitless exercise in futility.. whereupon, in this most crushing of conclusions we encounter the most curious abberance of humanity; the faintest glimmer in the darkness.. the greatest anomoly and consequence of our spiritual existance, our metaphysical selves..

...hope.

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Tomorrow's a brand new day, so take from right now all you need
Tomorrow's a brand new start.. It's a shame that I'm happy with today
:iconthe-eyes-of-ezinda:
Songs without words, perpetual verses punctured by symbolist allure written to you; Because when the daylight hours slumbers into monotone muted sighs, the radiant ripple of beryl blissful residue emitted from your warmth erases all that becomes a psychological vasectomy in my temple of corporeal rapture and disillusioned deluge of amorous sterility, you have evoked the incantation of serene momentum of days and nights, enchanted and Blessed J'adree ... Blessed be thee forever … the idyllic moment will occur and then you will realize ... I am wholeheartedly and sincerely grateful, my dear ... more than I can express ...

:heart:
The Chameleon Prophet

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"Oh ... Bliss, Bliss; Blissful Contagious Leprosy of Idle Splendour/ Fearing Perpetual Sleep is a Loathing I reside in Candour/Doth the dove twinge when the tiger of lament punctures?/Plasticized Womb of Medusaean Dirge, Bellows Harsh; an Orphic Neonate
:iconthe-eyes-of-ezinda:
Your kindness is so humbling and I am wholheartedly grateful, dear ... Thank You so much :) ... Take Care ...

Sincerely -
The Chameleon Prophet

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"Oh ... Bliss, Bliss; Blissful Contagious Leprosy of Idle Splendour/ Fearing Perpetual Sleep is a Loathing I reside in Candour/Doth the dove twinge when the tiger of lament punctures?/Plasticized Womb of Medusaean Dirge, Bellows Harsh; an Orphic Neonate

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July 28, 2005
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