Last year Franz Kafka.
Then German expressionism/ expressionism and Edward Munch.
Now Edgar Allen Poe
And these literary and artistic obsessions topped with cherry of incredible female killer documentaries..
Hmm..Where is this all going?
I seriously wonder why police haven’t knocked the door yet given the suspicious nature of my searches.
Well. I am glad they haven’t.
Or maybe they are just like me.
Maybe we all are drawn to darkness or at least some part of us find it amusing.
But I will have to admit this got intensified last year only. So this might be just a phase.
Sometimes I want to paint a room all matte dark blue and sit in the corner of it and just be with myself.
Heck my gray matter is turning black and blue.
But it’s a metamorphosis in it’s own right.
I didn’t go out to look for such morbid inspirations.
They pull you in their world. Where gloom mysteriously starts to excite you.
I know sounds psychotic but happens.
We hit new pinnacle of maturity every time we accept something about ourselves that we feared we might have hidden deep inside and keep denying it
Fawned upon choices.
It’s like touching your chest and your heart leaps out to feel it and you realise is not that cute red shape we have been drawing all along.
Soul is not always irredencent silhouette.
And it’s not always black nasty demon.
It’s abstract and intense.
This triple D (death, darkness and doom) obsession initially bothered me but it had broken walls and made windows in my mind.
I like these new rays of light illuminating spaces I never knew existed.
I am enamored of inky stillness of this matte blue room.
Kindly visit my post Warriors Invited To Raise Mental Health Awareness where I am inviting Mental Health Warriors to submit their blog’s address so that we can join hands to control this wildfire.
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