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Description
Subliminal sculpted peice, back ground painting not mine but used as stock for photoshop editing

poam and story inspired by observation of "finished" peice

"Forgotten memory that shock waved threw,
cracked and shattered all of you,
unknown figure made of gold,
in your hand a memorys hold,
forced down and out put into grasp,
memory held slashed and lashed,
information cut and thrown,
now your frozen statured lone,
threw the ages rust and mould,
accumulate on the things you hold,
broken peices cracked and torn,
time has healed like razers thorn,
cutting out the memorys must
frozen statured left to rust..."

thoughts on finished peice were that of a surreal odd and strange story of aspects of life mixed in with imagination and thought, a surreal bonze/gold figure alone walking threw a wooded area/outside fields, plains etc
a metaphorical or litteral explosion errupts in its metal head, unbearing it reaches for a strong stick sharpens it against a rock to a point, it carves and cuts into its metal cheast moves its hand into its torso up threw the neck and pulls out its mind holding it, observing it, it then proceds to slash a large chunk out of it and throws the peice of its self away
but in doing so, renders itself frozen like a statue...
stood over untold ages rust and moss and all manner of plants have covered it, eroded and breaking, still frozen in its last moment of observation...

random imagined scenario that kinda slammed into my head when i was looking at the finished peice and thinking of a title, i think it sorta means that althought memorys can be painfull and unbearable to forgt them or "cut" them out, is like removeing a part of ourselves that we need to function if we carnt fuction we freeze.

Description
Subliminal sculpted peice, back ground painting not mine but used as stock for photoshop editing

poam and story inspired by observation of "finished" peice

"Forgotten memory that shock waved threw,
cracked and shattered all of you,
unknown figure made of gold,
in your hand a memorys hold,
forced down and out put into grasp,
memory held slashed and lashed,
information cut and thrown,
now your frozen statured lone,
threw the ages rust and mould,
accumulate on the things you hold,
broken peices cracked and torn,
time has healed like razers thorn,
cutting out the memorys must
frozen statured left to rust..."

thoughts on finished peice were that of a surreal odd and strange story of aspects of life mixed in with imagination and thought, a surreal bonze/gold figure alone walking threw a wooded area/outside fields, plains etc
a metaphorical or litteral explosion errupts in its metal head, unbearing it reaches for a strong stick sharpens it against a rock to a point, it carves and cuts into its metal cheast moves its hand into its torso up threw the neck and pulls out its mind holding it, observing it, it then proceds to slash a large chunk out of it and throws the peice of its self away
but in doing so, renders itself frozen like a statue...
stood over untold ages rust and moss and all manner of plants have covered it, eroded and breaking, still frozen in its last moment of observation...

random imagined scenario that kinda slammed into my head when i was looking at the finished peice and thinking of a title, i think it sorta means that althought memorys can be painfull and unbearable to forgt them or "cut" them out, is like removeing a part of ourselves that we need to function if we carnt fuction we freeze.