«The Gate»

My healed chest wound Transformed into a gate

Where I receive love from Where I give love from

IV «Brain - Melancholy»

Lovely harmony. The extraordinary connection of colorful threads that form my thoughts into one colossal network is broken in an instant. I can't dream, something is holding me back. Pain trapped in the body, have to rely on instinctive movement. A painful relapse.

The brain is a victim of cruelty. Harmony is broken, the body is poisoned. A sad conclusion. Did you know that I am capable of taking over two hemispheres? Only the reverse side implies suffering of a psychogenic origin. - The connection is actually multifaceted. It's more than black and white.

III «The Heart»

Have you ever really felt me? The affected center of the body, with which the arteries have lost contact, because from now on their flow is directed outward, no longer to the center. Your world exists in particularly subtle matters, you are the embodiment of the day, and I am the child of the night, we cannot extinguish the fire with fire. The fragments of our past are gnawing into my heart…

take a look at this form… flowing metal, a mesmerizing sight

Self-taught sculptor Romain Langlais turned to bronze, a metal he now incorporates into works that are inspired by nature rather than man. His pieces visually pull apart the natural objects that surround us—building works that appear as bisected rocks, boulders, and tree trunks. These sculptures showcase glistening bronze protruding from their insides, unleashing the perceived inner energy of each object.

See more work by Romain on his website.

II «The Lips»

I raise a monument of love

We are just two cores, and all the distance that we fly on the way to each other is our desire to gain power over our hearts. Overcome by curiosity, we fall in love with an illusion. There are so many peaks to climb, and we are blinded by the promises of millions of stars.

«Faceshopping»

Scalpel, lipstick, gel Action, camera, lights Violence in your heart Memories of love Percussive?

though there is stillness I can feel your heart beat

though I can't see you I can hear a sound

«Ego»

a monster who is ready to destroy anyone for his own benefit. my ego is the center of the universe, therefore I do not deserve more, because, as you know, the one who gives selflessly gets, and I am an unholy creation. a blind soul, unable to realize the importance of spiritual development. a tumor that hinders life in society and makes it impossible to find compromises. a disease that forces you to prefer yourself to the rest of the world.

«Pagan Poetry»

«melancholia»

Oh the artist shall suffer 'Cause he's scratching his back Till there's blood in his nails

I «The Bones»

It all starts with a light touch of the brush (soft touch of the hand), which accompanies the streams of thoughts and throws them onto the canvas in the form of colorful gracefully painted, but not so colossal as to exist separately, strokes that form one whole globally.

Just that kiss Once again Arisen my senses Was all there is...

afterthoughts

I am exploring the negative spaces in the areas of his mouth - there is not the slightest hint of the future that you are all talking about! Where is it? I don't feel any hope anymore. Do I look good enough? how desirable is the presentation that I have purchased? Oh, those fucking hips! How they turn on! I will put this body and its extraordinary organ in a blender and mix it with all the instincts. my cumbersome tongue and endless creative impulse, and my astral body, compared to your petty desire to take over this church, are the treasures that I will save. how low empires have fallen and temples have collapsed in my heart - a moment of crushing orgasm. Just look at that bastard! endless movement in his pants, prolific callousness and emptiness in his eyes. another used model, I'm getting weaker with every burst of energy from all this pain inside the cage, which he was taking apart piece by piece in his friend's house. an imperfect biological species, apparently, I should have stayed at home...

I The Bones

There's one mechanism that is responsible for my strength, and it's broken.