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Lazarus by b33lz3bub
finally made the transition into oil painting, with my debut piece, Lazarus.

Currently hanging in the Organix art bar cafe in Potts Point, Sydney - this was a massive undertaking for me. Without the consistent support given by the love of my life :iconfealasy: , this may not have seen completion. 

Discussing a merging of the three kings into one through the character study and collection of symbols, Lazarus is my coming of age piece. I am whole and ready for the future ahead of me.

Electric Skull by b33lz3bub
Electric Skull
Copics, pen, acrylic on masking tape on canvas
flying through all these fleeting sensations and feelings once more. it's like a weird rebirth. all started when i delved right back into the core. must've bin months ago. maybe the start o' 15. maybe a day before. anyway, now it won't stop. they won't stop coming. and the rush is so intense, the flavour so specific, the gut wrenching pangs so succinct that i'm become numb to everything but the few things that can actually outweigh those sensations in terms of emotional impact. the few. the absolute fewest. 

grey. i've lived and i'm happy for it and i plan on continuing in doing so. the goal, however, if there ever was one, has flattened. it exists. it exists in so much as i wish to live. it truly is and has to be the baseline, the 'enough'. there is more. it isn't the only thing that keeps me going. there is her. there are the three. but pretending that much else would be reason would only be tasting a lie. 

there's a series of smiles within me working around the clock to erase this persistent feeling. they are shit at their jobs. i don't even have fists for these hungry grins - i keep wanting to let it out. i keep wanting it! it's not like it's not there! the death EXISTS. I feel it inside my very fucking lungs every second! and i ACHE. it is so specific, and the thing is, the creature won't even respond. i keep calling out. i keep testing other sensors. i send a ping. i request. i send out my feelers, hoping for a response, a reaction, something to suggest that my presence means anything. i don't get it. and if it was there, it wasn't there in a way to suggest i was meant to pick it up at all. i am a floating nothing and my own personal dreams and goals are not considered or remembered or recalled by any other than myself. it is that isolation, that loneliness, that drives this engine. i'll throw my will and my understanding and my empathy into the few. i rarely hear an echo. am i that far gone? 

the noise in the woods when the tree was cut down, was indeed heard by the silence. for the wood had ears. but noone listened to her voice. they never chose to. the mills simply appeared one day. the flesh cut. the heart ground. the grass salted. everyone makes me. so. very. disappointed. i..  

i wake up. there is an air. the engine keeps me going. i complete my tasks. feed the engine. i work to sustain someone elses dead dream. money keeps me the engine under a roof. no true, real resonance is found any more in the breaths between days, save for the moments i converse with her. everything else is noise. repetition. an echo. a death. just words i'll forget anyway. slumbering on, the world turns and the days wax on and i start to fall in love with the black under my eyes. i romance the shadows in the shower. i start conversations with the towel. i scream at the soap as i jaunt through the waves in the bath, sloshing the alcohol out of the bottle i so feverishly clasp. red and deaf to the end, the engine jitters and jolts and aggressively jumbles back over to the core. we rest. 

i will survive this. it will end. everything always does. eyes are forward. they never weren't. my goals are my own. my goals arent and never were the concern of anyone else. and this. this is why i am alone. 
  • Listening to: Head Up High - BRMC


the devil
Artist | Professional | Varied
Sydney based multimedia expressionist
Leader of Fealasy cult
retired lord of hell
love warrior

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lemontea Featured By Owner Nov 8, 2015
b33lz3bub Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2015  Professional General Artist
i forget - you still around sydney?
lemontea Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2015
Is Hawaii close enough?
b33lz3bub Featured By Owner Dec 20, 2015  Professional General Artist
i hear fares there are cheap!
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BloodshotInk Featured By Owner Sep 16, 2015
Thanks for the watch :love:
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