#its fake blood tho dw

[butcher--bird]

happy halloween but im one day late ooo👻👻

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[sztefa001]

I read the first line and I was like omg could it be about Beksiński? And YEA, HIM. I've seen his works irl long ago and wish I could see them again. I go on google images to look at them every now and then. I hate horror but those paintings are just so alluring... Idk it's hard to describe. Lemme get an example with no fucked up malnourished bodies, mabe sth with architecture (but no bones, dw. Yea he paints architecture with bones often....):

Ok so... this is like a scene from a weird, not exactly pleasant dream. There is a bit with blue sky some trees and green grass. Looks nice but it's all in a weird room, as if it was only painted on its inner walls and not real. Maybe the small window shows what really is inside - a place of night with clear skies. Still better than the ouside. It looks hellish, there are rusty clouds. Is there a big wildfire somewhere nearby? Did a toxic volcano blow up? You know one thing - it's not safe out there. Peaceful, maybe. But not safe.

The stars in the window look like from a safer place than those outside covered by smoke. You kinda wanna get into the building, hide from messed up weather. But will you dare to get closer to the weird red fungi? I mean maybe it's leaves of that dying ivy, who knows. Is it really dying tho? The thin branches sticking to the walls, looking like a blood system. Were they ever blooming? Will they ever bloom again? Are they dead? Will they die because of the smoke?

The smoke... you wish the sky was clear so that you could see the place in light. Because there must be sun somewhere there, right? Or maybe this place was always engulfed in the smoke... How people lived there if so? Because there had to be people. Someone who built this place. Why did they build it, for what purpose? Was it a portal between worlds? Regardless of the purpose it must've been long ago given the spread of the ivy and some mossy grasses and a bush growing on the top.

You're entranced but also uneasy. You gotta get out of there. I feel if you chose to get around the building ('cuz you want to see how it looks from the other side) you could've end up in the same place regardless if you got around it from left or right. But that's not for certain. You know how dreams are, they can change completely and you can even just simply forget to look back before waking up.

Another thing with the building entrances. I'm sure that coming in through the front doorway would put you in a completely another place than if you came through the missing wall. Wait... is it missing or was it built that way? Whatever. If you go through the doorway you'd notice you really are in the sunny forest and that it wasn't just painted. There's no other door, the one showing a beach with a dark, starless sky is gone. You go deeper into the forest and wake up forgetting to look back to see where you came from and if the small window was still there.

If you go inside from the left side, you'll forget to check out the room, you only know the trees were fake, painted on. You were too worried about the red grass and fungi and wanted to get to the beach asap. Was sth alive in that grass? Was the ivy moving? It wasn't, it was perfectly still. Even tho the grass was rather high and looked dry you don't recall anything tickling your legs.

You're on the beach. it's much wider than it looked like and the ocean seems even more endless. The sky is dark. You want to look around, to see how far the beach goes, to see how the building looks like from behind. You wake up before you can turn your head.

You wake up with a major mindfuck and just sit there in your bed trying to make any sense of your dream. Your nightmare. Sure there were no monsters or any immediate danger but you were uneasy. Didn't feel safe a t all. And yet you want so desperately to go back, this time with more working braincells. So that you don't forget to look around. So that you remember to inspect the trees closely. So that you can use your flashlight on the grass to see if it's really red.

Within several minutes you forget most of the dream. You only remember the feeling you woke up with. Next time you dream it you forget you wanted to because that part of your brain is sleeping. It goes all the same, maybe this time you take a different route. Only after waking up you remember. "Oh yeah. I was there before."

every now and then I'll see a painting that looks just real fucked up and see that it's a polish painter and I'll go "is it the same guy who has all that other fucked up art?"

and it always is.