isn’t it marvelous?
i can't help but want to forget go on forgetting the forgotten i keep replaying these scenes in my head and they get more and more painful on each rerun and people wonder why something like death was such a necessary invention in this construct what a pure erase mechanic everything needs to be forgotten or at least unfastened from the idea of everlasting personality attachment time does not heal all because with corporeal time new things occur and old things though dried out like a desert creek still leave imprints and embed themselves like unwanted guests blood suckers that feed on you and fatten in your slumber oh the marvelous end as i watch the faces toggle between sex and sleep creating diagrams in their head on which is more vital to perpetuate their genus i vote neither i sit and wait like a snake or a mouse or some other confused animal or arbitrary thing that leads to nowhere and speaks to no one i suppose fully deciding yourself upon anything takes a level of commitment i've never had i've always admired it though always found it futile beyond its initial exploration natured in the world of modern survival there's nothing more dead than that sex is not a proliferating pleasure it's a blood sport rigged for the gladiator’s demise mountains of cowards piled on one another like cattle stripped of their humanity the rancher's even more so as the birds watch from above conducting their next viral experiment with the pigs sleep is the only thing that could reconcile this act of futility dreams like litters of puppies with no mother to suckle on the subconscious depth of not knowing yet doing unwinding the chaos to heal the amputee string me out to dry and i'll fill your creek full of babies we can live a long and happy life together like butterflies floating along the rim of the gulf not wondering where they will land just flapping their wings until they are meaninglessly swallowed and forgotten by the same thing that spit them out fumbling and yearning for home by LORIN DREXLER
Contemporary Artist, Saint-Petersburg
My creative activity includes drawing, painting using various kinds of materials.I believe that understanding art is reinforced by interdisciplinary practice, where one act follows from another. Having an academic education, I cannot combine only the traditional scheme of vision of contemporary art, only the visual effect. I like to distort the shape with tactile sensations using fabric. To add volume and hide the visual part under the onslaught of matter, so that my viewer can catch and even probe the hidden images.I see this opposition of nature and order, in the visualization of natural and artificial forms.Study of nature and order.Research is like a great goal. A similar great goal is to transform prosaic space into charged space. Energized by a creator’s own energy who rewards his own exploration.He can only show the feelings that are hidden in the physiological shell of the living.To pull out all the vices and vulnerabilities of the mind, understanding and accepting a majestic number of souls in one person.This is only the result of a journey and exploration of the depths of the spiritual in their physiology.How I would like to give different names to all states.This is a self-talk.The ritual of cognition of thought.And accepting disorder gives peace.I can only show you my feelings, but at the same time hiding under the matter so that you find yours in them.
What is Gen Society?
Gen Society is an art space blog for visual art and creative writing collaborations, and other randomizations. Hosted by writer and musician, Lorin Drexler, this online venue is an expressive experience for those interested in the world of the arts. It is a poetic journey through the hearts and minds of contemporary artists in practice and a reflection of those that have long passed.
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