Monday 25 October 2010

Emerge Writers Island Prompt

The surreal art always allows me to comprehend old ideas with a new perspective. I enjoy looking and interpreting these sorts of images because they can mean sso much more than the stated obvious. Here below for Writers Island Prompt Emerge is one of the photos given out by Winification.Whilst I'm by no means an artist, I believe this collection to not be from Rene Magritte however lots of Apples, Pipes and people with no heads (occasionally replaced with fruit) exist within the collection; somewhat similar, maybe Magritte was inspiration.

When I got to the end I realised I had elucidated on another theme as well. John Le Carre's George Smiley, such a cliche: "When he watches he listens, he listen's with his eyes...", it deserves a slap on the wrist.


From Winification

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Whilst you may all look the same and be the same, operating as one group,
you are all individual recalling your true selves from behind the mask.

Bringing with you the entirety of the powers from above,
the worlds have power far greater than any of us can handle.

Three beautiful masks hide those powers, we wait endlessly for replys to our wishes, but it turns out our three Queens have sent there Servants or is that just another illusion, they were really just hiding in someone elses skin.

Standing in clouds we wait, the diplomatic relations between our two worlds, you the power and us the servants. We don't want to upset the Planets. Even though you are all very different without your masks, you are still here for one task. Young and old, agile and frail you wish to find out what it takes to be eternally appealing.

Turning your backs to the old ways, revealing yourselves, the reality is you stand proud of your achievements but you no longer wish to remain acting as false planetary gods. Standing dressed as Servants are you now wishing for us to show you the way now that you have revealed yourselves? Or are you actually just wishing for guidance, repentence, the next step...the next face off?

Tell me, what are you looking out at? Because, if your eyes are so unblinkered, why is there all this mist before you? Swirling poisioned gases above and throthy sea water beneath. What are we all waiting for to emerge from this stand off?

Join us as equals, or join our setting in stone sacrifice, we will paint you beautiful forever, we can be free from this illusion you have laid down on us and start afresh, (together).

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