I think at the time I drew this, I was sensing the coming struggles I would undergo with my sarcoidosis. I felt a great inevitable darkness surrounding me. Not sure on the exact timeframe, but I know it was before 2003.
At the throne of identity,
today wants and tomorrow becomes.
In the heat of today,
the bricks of tomorrow's foundations are kilned.
Endless cycles of becoming,
crest the surface of this ocean of being,
merging and breaking
shattering and melting
arriving and leaving.
He waits for me at the threshold of rebirth,
at the cup of the phoenix.
Together, we will shed our skins
to discover the truth between us.
Soon there will be nothing left to separate,
no misgivings,
no deception,
no fear,
Only an endless tunnel
vibrating and shifting,
moving closer and closer
to the threshold.
The energy of creativity strains to free itself from the blockade of the singular identity, the limiting "I". The blockage compounds the energy and it stagnates, becoming volatile and negative. The Identity becomes a brittle frozen mask, almost devoid of any remaining humanity.
All things become naked
in the fullness of observation.
The deception of surfaces
is pulled away like stage curtains
and the interior script
plays out the true drama.
This summer is relentless. The Pluto / Uranus square has taken no prisoners and this heat is scary. Untenable situations abound, but the Soulsplitter is unconcerned. It performs its duties with the consistency of the sunrise, and I fear it isn't done with us just yet.
For the past month, I've been working with Jeremy over at Horror Blogger Alliance to create a design for the newest HBA T-shirt! We ended up with the two final designs above that are available now at Neatorama's Neatoshop. Check out the info on the HBA Tshirts, or order one here.
I find this piece a little difficult to write about. I am observing an exterior structure becoming transparent, revealing a previously hidden intent. Chaos and Toxicity, that's all I have right now.