Well, by looking at it, it seems the "Melting with the humus, the leaves, the fungus" kinda looks like rocks stabbed on your back. (honest mistake) But as you described how you felt, must of feel like if you a spa your some sort. No?
I see your point, there is something agressive in the placement of the mushrooms. In fact, I just wanted them to follow the spine and make a sort of "exo-skeleton"... And yes, I felt good, even if my legs were pratically 'dead' in a manner a speaking, they didn't completely respond until one hour later.
Stares glare as I look to blinks lost. Shelled creatures, and bends wrinkle into my mind. A hide in hide, or a hallow cast of a figure lost with a tragic past. I try to look away but am pulled deeper. Dirt and ritual make play. Sticks and stones will break my bones unless already broken. With names comes stains that break aim. To maintain place I call my spine hip. A touch-less touch slips and a cast of light darkens not. I blink....but all's the same.
These are very lyrical & powerful words... It's a shame that I couldn't give it a mighty echo since my level is not high enough... But the thoughts and the intent are lying there. Hope you'll be fortunate enough to see & pick them for what they are : thankful, moved & speechless.
Really I thought you'd think I was an odd fellow, writing those thoughts that your image gave me. It is an odd picture to me to be honest, as I wonder how would you have gotten those things to stay in those positions. It has some photographic quality but there's manipulation as well..no? No matter, it's a "wonder-full" piece and I commend you for receiving a Daily Deviation...though I now have to look up the word commend. I hope we can cross interneted paths again sometime. Till thenHave a Happy Valentines day.
I think I get you on that point... It's probably really disturbing seeing other living things consuming you little by little. But if you recall, mushroom are not eating to death, they appearing right after and the few left are cohabiting with their host. They're not parasites but gentle guests that could improve the health of the first, that is wonderful isn't it ?
well ya but you know i always feared barnacles the most when it came to the whole slowly eating away at you, its probably because there really sharp when you touch them and when they come out of their shells its probably even worse. but there are mushrooms that do take over the body of there living host in ants and other bugs to, and what about athletes foot.
Some did mention the Hannibal episode... I waited a year to capture this moment and create what I had in mind. And a week or so after I watched the series and understood the (very flattering) comparison although what I tried to do and to share was something a little less "deadly" : more like a special vision of a dryad.
Yes, some said that too, and now that I've watched the episode, I totally see the resemblance in some details... Although what I did was not as much "deadly", it's more a personal vision of forest forgotten inhabitants or a dryad...!
Oh my goodness, to feel intrigued, sad, morbidly fascinated, and amazed all in one emotional response. This is... this has to be one of the most powerful images I have ever laid my eyes on. All that texture painted on skin that look like bruises and death as much as life, accentuated by the softly merging light and shadows, the bleeding colors. This is both insanity and brilliance and for once the fine line that separates the two has truly dissolved.
This is a poignant comment you made... As I read it, I just came to the fact that you understood precisely what I intended to share : the thin line between living and dead things as the fact that mushrooms and fungus are in this state. They're extracting death and nourish life all at the same time and it fascinated me for a long long time. It's an homage I made by this capture, and also a very personal vision of forest's forgotten inhabitants like dryads, elves, fauns and so many other... So thank you for grasping the essence of this creation, the kind words and the compliment, truly...
Please keep creating Lorelyne; for the world is just that little bit brighter, the mystery of life a little more revealed, and the unknown of what death is a little less unsettling because of what you've spoken through your work. Keep reminding us the wonders of our own imaginations. To face the melancholy of life with a smile. And remember that we are still alive.