u/Optical-occultist

I have had this spark of inspiration burning in my heart of hearts ever since I heard her voice echoing throughout my mind. How the warmth of her voice softened the confinement of reason, like clockwork melting under the heat of the sun. The way the warmth of my sunlit muse melts and distorts the sorrows of the mundane world, it is surrealism in its truest from.

It is for this reason I present to you today this art, titled “melting under the sun.” Before you now rest three bodies, their flesh and bone turned to soft putty held together by their soft, sun burnt ski. Without the rigid structure of the human mechanical they are free to take any shape they wish.

Consider this the opening to a new set of pieces, for I intend display to you all the true extent of the surreal. Yet, for my further works I shall need an ingredient most rare, most fine indeed. I believe they call it a monolith.