Omnimedial Images
BIO
Memories are scars on the skin of Time.
 I know.
Around me hide countless veiled Images. I force myself, My eyes, I force, to shut down I beg their eyelids, their own� Sometimes- not often- they obey. That moment, in between its particles I witness the hidden images around me -one by one- Unveiled by my own lips.
I breathe into my ears contours . My skin begins to identify shades of colors. Unknown odors - unknown to this moment...never again - penetrate my face perforate my heart. My heart has been caressed by hidden images. Nameless odours which gaze at me -like the passing Time does- born from a womb of unsolicited memories, burned deep into my scarred flesh. Memories are the scars on the skin of Time, scheming a Future destined to die into a Past. Around me are many hidden hours . Floating. I command my scarred skin to be insensitive.
To ignore any deceiving touch, any misleading scent of sounds: Words that pretend to less my thirst �s irresistible name: Desire.
You must be very careful, not to offend the Gods. There are offerings you may never outbid. There are thoughts you may not exclaim. Be aware to What you were especially before you were born what you are what you will be after you die. There are certain hours when you may not sing There are sacred afternoons of Silence you may not disturb.
You must be very careful, not to offend the Gods.
You are trapped into a middle of a circle:
You may never pronounce its name. You may never trespass its circumferences.
These who dared and escaped became your nameless heroes.
They forgot who they where. What they dreamed to be. Where they came from.
They never died.
Simply, they disappeared into a glorious shapeless Future -that is their Destiny, premeditated by you- their images fade away into an emptiness in-between the statues of the Gods.
There are signals you may not respond. There are signs you may never decipher.
You must be very careful, not to offend the Gods.
This is your only chance to be a part of this universe.
Look at me. While your eyes examine my face memorize the form of my lips.
Once, during one Daylight one Twilight even a Nightlight, when, if, I will disappear
you can say that: a smile is lost.
Then smile yourself my smile.
Because same moment some where, some when a star will be born.
Comments (7)
borsy
Excellent image!!!
YL
That's great !!!
Trokodyl
Great idea...
Odious
So much going on here it's hard to look away... Awesome image :)
cynlee
your images seem to jump off the page at me- have to click on them to see all the details- wonderfully creatively pieced works!
KingPtolemy
The Thessalian offerings which came regularly to Achilles from Thessaly were decreed for the Thessalians by the oracle at Dodona... When they approached the tomb after this hymn, a shield was struck heavily as in battle, and together they cried aloud with rhythmic rapid delivery, calling repeatedly upon Achilles -- Philostratus, On Heroes
stealthman
Beautifully done - masterful in balancing color..!