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Published: 2005-05-04 02:41:51 +0000 UTC; Views: 2206; Favourites: 39; Downloads: 140
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from another dream-a place of frozen ghosts, and amber lights filtering feverdreams into my vision.
at the base of the winding tower lays a book written in sand.. if you read the words and call my name,
you can find me in that wretched palace of distorted beauty, and things best unseen....
freezing speech, and fever dreams chilling my heart.. walk with me tonight.....i have such things to show you......
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wow! I love this!
I had to add you to my friends list, as your work is right up my alley!
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this one has struck me very hard. Not too sure why it has effected me in such a way. erhaps it is the constrast between the softness of the light coming from the lights and the hard metal of the chair, or perhaps because the image lends itself so perfectly to a story, the chair has a past, it has an owner. All good stuff. +fav for this one.
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Simply awsome. I love the lamp/light over the wheelchair. Gives it an extra.....odd feel. Completely unaxplanable.
- Matt?
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damn the baground it just wicjed it's all papery and stuff likke those old walls in some buildings made out of something like that and when they're abandoned an roof falls of(falls in or whatever) the walls just .... i forgot that word 
and it looks really fuckin creepy like something lives in it
and that never ddead wheel chair concept yeah i just love it
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the decay of the old money. she used to sit in her grand ballroom, her exquisite gown browning and dropping lace onto the dusty floor with scatterings of mouse feces. her fancy electric chandelier swings back and forth in the draughts, cobwebs tingle and vibrate with the movement. her dried hands shrivel and her enormous jewels fall off each finger with a plop on the rotted oriental rug and dissolve into the musty floorboards, much as her frail body disintegrates. we stand in her favorite room, the ballroom which was once her favorite, walls once hung with intricate tapestries and the portraits of ladies and gentlemen of inbred generations before her, all smiling a snear in history under the weight of their excessive riches. her fallen head cracks and rolls away under the weight of her wig and tarnished tiara. where we stand, all that remains, her wretched throne of her final days creaking on the floorboards as if her ghost still moves it, under the fantastic chandelier. a door creaks, we hear the ghastly laughter of a hundred dead party guests with crystal clinking and silver hitting a hundred aged china plates and the light dims with a cold wind and her skeletal hand covered in yellowed lace forms inside your hand and pulls you into a deathly waltz.
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This piece reminds me of Silent Hill. Seeing as i'm a Silent Hill obsessive freak I LOVE THIS!!!
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^^ thank you.. from a silent hill fan, that means a huge amount ^^
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you know... I swear the way you did the texturing it looks like something is pushing the wheelchair. Unless i am insane and just imagining seeing some shadowy figure behind it. D:
But either way, it truly does add to the whole "Taxi to the next world" as someone else said feel. I really love this work, it's haunting, a little creepy, yet sorrowfully beautiful all at once. For me, with the apparent "figure" pushing the wheelchair, it feels as if both the spirit world and the real world are somewhat synched together in this image... the poor souls bound to that wwheelchair in the past are still using it today for whatever reason, maybe it's their only connection to this world? Who knows, but it definately makes you think, and I like that. :3
... and I still need to give you the pics of my SH costumes from otakon so you can make them SHified like I promised to let you T_T; < /random>
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LOL.. no.. actually alot of people do... that makes it even more precious too me.. the room with the light, was empty ( even at disney world, noone apparently likes museums LOL), and the wheelchair was actually holding camera equipment outside in the street before a parade.. noone was there........ though now i start to wonder.... maybe there WAS.. and i got them to make an appearance ^^
and eeeeeeeeeeeee! i'd love to any time you want, if you need an email adress , note me, and i'd love to make them all nowhere coated ^^
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haha! I'll see if I can zip 'em up for ya later today or something [I scanned them ginormous though 
but that's crazy that that room was all empty like that... and a *wheelchair* holding camera equipment? That's just weird beyond words in of itself. xDDD;
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i like how the chair sits in such sickening focus, wonderfully intentional texture-ing
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thank you.. light's something i have often avoided to this point.. so i'm glad it's resonating with the intenrtions i had ^^
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the light does remind me of past elegance, the mist of dreams, but it's the wheelchair itself that causes a deep rooted fear to emerge. too many i've known who left this world in a wheelchair... and it's just sitting there, waiting for the next rider. a taxi to another world.... brrrr!!
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you know... i couldn't figure out why the whole time i was in disney, why the wheelchairs kept my focus.. why i sought them out, and had to take pictures of them.. but bam.. out of the blue , you hit it on the head.. without getting into a full blown statement of the purpose behind my work... i have to admit.. you are so right... i see death as a great adventure.. like those waiting in line at disney for rides they haven't been on yet, but know it might be scary, but it'll be magickal, and wonderful, and worth the wait....... and THAT is what those confined to the chairs here might feel...... they symbolise alot more to me.. but in the end, they symbolise final transformation, and hope.... not as it would apear on the surface.... i had to comment on your comment, before i left today, as this was one of the most insightful and amazing ones yet.. thank you ^^
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wow, such a positive spin on death!
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...it comes and goes.. i REALLY try to look at in a positive way.. since it's pretty much innevitable * hopehopehopehope for the rapture, or the fabled fountain of youth to be found tomorrow* i just hope we can continue what we are doing here...and i get to not only have a dream camera, but i get to give them to all the folks who knew me in this life ^^
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beautiful in a new old-fashioned way.
^__^ the ceiling is my FAVORITE!!
it reminds me of memories past, and lives unlived...
the whole composition including the areas textured, and areas left 'open'
give me a feeling of nostalgia..... and sounds silly, but it reminds me of hamburgers
because of an old mansion that was converted into a restaurant with rooms filled with glass bottles
and wooden pieces of signs
*goes back to visit the smalltown memories of wizkonsinn*
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the background with the light was taken in a building that had a theater, showing old disney cartoons form the 40's.. and the place was next to a resturant that sold hot dogs, and hamburgers, in an old casey jones feeling place.. i was so worried i'd loos ethe nostalgic feel..... since i'm experimenting with more open spaces, and somehow tying in the feeling of dread..( like my real dreams 
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but the lighting is lovley^ ^ hehe. even though they want to abandon you in a dark cold nowhere they still want you to be comfy..
super cool^ ^
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the lighting was even neater in person.... with cool winds blowing.. and the wheelchair was sitting empty in the middle of the crowded street ^^.. i knew they had to go together ^^
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