#surreal imagery

[adorablegorilla]

I think Chapters 10-12 might be among my favorites of the early Shimeji Simulation chapters. Chapter 10 obviously for being a huge turning point in Shimeji and Majima's relationship as Shimeji truly accepts Majime as her friend, and of course for all the great surreal imagery.

But Chapters 11 and 12 do a lot to expand how we see the rest of the world while touching upon themes of communication and connection that tie together most of the manga.

The in 11 isn't as eye-catching as in chapter 10, but it does an amazing job of highlighting the uniqueness of the mostly one-off characters while giving us the idea that the world is filled with interesting and unusual people just like this

The art in Chapter 12 isn't particularly standout for the most part, but the paneling and dialogue does an amazing job of conveying the theme of communication

It's also the first (possibly only but I need to reread more to confirm that) time we get narration from Majime's viewpoint, expounding on her fear of being alone

[dyrkwyst]

New on my blog - a comparison between my original image and how it was used as cover art for books.

[marcosoropoet]

barrelling up steep infinity

1.

barrelling up

steep infinity,

pitched a

tent in secret:

parallel ~

twilight imagined.

liminal

inwardly baroque:

neo-vivid tapestries &

molten gold filigree

uttering ~

mysterious elegant

electric charge igniting

vast lucent

galaxies

of

thought & beingness,

inner-vastness:

reflection

unraveling extrinsic time ~

sleep has bled into the. fragile waking moment:

a vast pool of light ~

2.

delicate momentum

of vortices unfolding

blue sunlit flowers swirl,

bending under soft pulls

of wind

a burning blurred

enigma

patina cast silvered

genre-blur:

moonlight uncloaks

culminations of broken

glass, indistinct geometry

of sharp russet,

splintered puce:

and shattered vermilion

eyes instinctually explore

these fragments strewn

in first light ~

3.

towering architectural reflections shimmer in

a bowl of flower petal water:

crisp old inky paper's

intimations slowly

being folded

sleepy yearning for

origami of time &

frozen flux:

a pixilated bonsai:

tossed copper aluminum

spaceships hidden behind deconstructed elevators in

keen swaths of,

radiant & beautiful,

burnt orange rust ~

4.

consuming art jargon:

popcorn popped

in crimson pockets

sewn with amethyst

thread ~

5.

in beingness: detached in

buoyant caches: fields & spheres

come into being, then:

sharply focus,

they are

sought for their

dimension &

largesse:

anchoring the self to

reckon earthly semblance:

metal roofs gently

catch the

singing bowls of rain ~

6.

eager for wildflowers,

mountainous:

an uncovered blue

sky:

in crisp jagged lines &

woolly swirls:

do give away their red for purple ~

7.

warm sobbing seeks

out

blessings of

wet-face grins:

aroma & taste of cold

ocean water: where i

tore away from the surging undertow,

walking forward narrowly, legs heavy:

through

slowed starts of

brooding waves

imbued with

opulent palatial

realms

of

high noon sun,

white azure of sensory

electrodes crackling... ~

8.

coins brushed against the

bus driver's palm

he sank deeply into

a heavy veil

of blue smoke & fog:

velvet envelopes of silent

immersive

rain ~

9.

i am here now ~

10.

lulled & nestled by

a soft gifted

mauve couch:

in a

rainy grey dream:

eased

away; stayed from:

cold weariness soaked in

urgency ~

marcos oro

[comikbook]

Forgive Me Father, 2023, Digital Painting by myself, Liz Pence

First post !

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[knotty-et-al]

Today I got some lingo soup for ya: (with a slightly philosophical garnish and some [almost punny] metaphor noodles)

[Beware of surreal imagery and loosen your associations, we will associate freely now: ]

"The disheveled common thread... ...returns as colorful web"

In German, the idiom "common thread" is literally translated as "RED thread" ("roter Faden").

That is why I kept spinning that metaphor noodle soup even further, and came up with the idea of the "colorful web" that emerges from the disheveled fibers of that "red/common thread".

What does it mean?

It just means that I could connect the dots about my biography and the life circumstances that we were/are in - and that now I can clean up that mess. It just means coming to terms with what happened - and yeah, it was shit. I'm happy it's over now. And although cleaning up the mess our past has left behind is extremely exhausting, I look forward to the life I have still ahead of me.

I am the colorful web of the disheveled fibers that never formed a functional thread. That's neither tragedy nor anything unique, it is just as it is, an adaption to circumstances, an adaption to feed the intrinsic will to live: Nothing more, nothing less.

[2024/03/11]

[heliopolis-in-a-day]

I don't question my existence anymore, no. I don't doubt it.

When I'm sitting at the dining table, abuzz with who got their ass kicked by the corporate pisswheel today and how the economy will never recover, do I question the fact that my back is stuck to the ceiling, eyelids sewn open, cursed to watch my ever so slightly twitching body sitting inanimately amidst everyone while I hang upside down?

No. I sucker punch my guts back into my stomach and i take another gulp of water. I bare my teeth. They see a smile.

I barely even raise a finger when i wake up in the middle of the night gasping for breath and shriek in silence when i see a 12 year old sleeping in my bed. I don't make a big deal out of it when my heart is beating right out of my chest because Dear God Who Is She? Who is this child beside me, lying there with the familiarity of a lifetime reflected on the smooth skin of her eyelids? I don't open my Pandora's box, as I lean against the doorframe, watching my sweaty frenzied form thrash about on the bed in sheer panic, throwing hands and cursing God.

I observe and do not question, as my body stares at his own sister in disbelief, and i see no sign of recognition flash across his pale,bloodless eyes.

[trashbaby1996]

I should have known "Demons" was an Italian film

[canisalbus]

That is absolutely WILD that you mentioned pomegranates!! goodness gracious I don't know if you have already you need to watch Sergei parajanovs 1969 film The Color of Pomegranates (it's on yt). Not only is it stellar but it is really aesthetically similar to your work and guess what? You could see a little machete vasco, as one of the themes is young love being choked out through separation because the main character Sayat Nova leaves for a secluded monastery!!

I love The Color of Pomegranates! It's been one of my favorite films for years, it's so hypnotic, textured and visually rich, I always come back from it feeling nourished. If my work manages to remind you of it even in some minute way I'm beyond happy.

[beastwhimsy]

sold to @ultrainfinitequest !!!! thank you so much!

UNIDENTIFIED FUCKING THING!!! $25 minimum, highest offer at the end of next week will own it [: don't be afraid to offer the minimum, I understand! paypal or ko-fi only, apologies!

saving for uni, share if you want to!!

[allangelschaos]

[adorablegorilla]

Rereading Shimeji Simulation and wanted to share some pages I really liked

[icewindandboringhorror]

I made a few new wax seal stamps out of clay (like the ones I did for my worldbuilding stuff forever ago), this time just of random symbols that I thought might look good done in the style of painting over the raised part of the wax or etc. :0c Some of them aren't carved deep enough to really show up that well, but overall they worked okay for being clay lol

[letmeinimafairy]

Army green just doesn't stick, no matter what. Time for some fucked up eye imagery loosely inspired by soviet anti-war rock song.

Available

[comikbook]

Momento Mori (Working Title), 2024, digital painting by myself, Liz Pence

[corrodedparadox]

Holding Him

[bobbole]

Eikoh Hosoe, Ordeal by Roses/Saint Sebastian (portrait of Yukio Mishima)