They were always of the land and they were the land themselves.
The Pathfinder and At Least 3 Worlds (2018)
This image is significant to me, which has much to do with its unusual way of emerging. It is not my creation but rather my sober hallucination. I started with tree branch-like shapes and a background texture. In the texture I was seeing things, and I started giving them visibility by going over them, preserving their original appearance. After I did this throughout the whole image, I checked whether there was a pattern with the images that had come about, and realised that the painting was divided into three.
LEFT - HELL
On the left, figures like demons (middle) as well as what I believe to be a suffering woman has emerged (bottom). An interesting detail which didn’t emerge clearly in the picture, but that I can vividly feel, is a girl of innocence who has sat on a dragon.
MIDDLE - EARTH
A dog’s face, a snake preying on a bird, a boy with headwear over them, a pregnant woman are some figures among this part of the image that emerges from the branch-like shapes that give the whole work its body, it’s structure. The most important figure of all is that whom I called the Pathfinder. He is a dwarf-like figure with a pointy hat, has lifted his hand as though if he is in command and is somewhat mischievous though also religious. I imagine him appearing to those who seek and take them places on a vast green, rocky land.
RIGHT - HEAVEN
This part of the image is the one with the least figures, and is also divided into two. On the top, there is a being of a different dimension, somewhat in the appearance of an elf, smiling mischievously as though if seeing through the dreadful humor of existence. On the bottom, there is a wise old man with a key and a badger-like animal appearing next to his image.
Transitory Figures
There are two figures in the Earth section that seem to be referencing to the Heavens. One is a small alien, much like a baby in a womb, standing between earth and the elf-like being. The other is the face of a man on branches, which seems like a narrow reflection of the wise old man (though a different person).
The vulnerable truth beneath...
Tuck me in beneath the blue Beneath the Pain Beneath the rain Goodnight kiss for a child in time Swaying blade my lullaby On the shore we sat and hoped Under the same pale moon Whose guiding light chose you Chose you all
Lyrics from The Poet and the Pendulum, written by Tuomas Holopainen Art by me (while listening to the song)
I was listening to Empire Ants as I was about to fall asleep, so an image suddenly and randomly flashed in my head. (When the music changes beginning from 2:12)
You know, when you see a dream, even if it is meaningless you get really touched by it. So the same happened to me with this one and I felt like drawing what came to me. The image in my head was so blurry though. I had to make it concrete, which was tough. I'm not even sure if it was Noodle that I saw.
Anyway, I hope you like this speed painting.
From the deeps he comes. From the darkness he teaches the secret of love. Those who desire light know him not.
There is a process video here!
Primeval Renaissance, 2020-2021
Art by me.