Lifeless wandering, Through the cemetery of the places we've been Time rubbed out the paths, Except the one to freezing haze... swallowing our world.
Mured in concrete, my dethroned Queen, High above we once crossed our branches
Now you're reigning over ruins.
Stretched agony comes to an end Bitter and resigned I'll go unlearn To the walls of unsaid The silent loss of ourselves
----------------------------------------------------------- Details and making of: zancan.fr ----------------------------------------------------------- Here is a link to a deviant who wrote an interesting poetry inspired by the painting and its title: The Wall of Unsaid. Inspiring others is something that i'm very proud of when it happens.
I like how you can feel the emotions put in to the work as soon as you look at it. The girl seems so hopeless like she will never find a way to get to the other sorce of life. The only thing that bothers me is how all the buildings are so basic like shapes. I'm guessing you did that either to keep the focus on the girl and the tree and/or show how dull the city seems to the girl. I have only seen art with a simular message maybe once or twice so i like the originality factor and also the placing of everything. I'm glad it's not front and center and you have to think before you find the reason and theme.
A particularly beautiful piece. It is actually amazing how much this simple picture conveys.
1) the fact that the modern society is severed from its true roots and is therefore losing itself 2) the feelings of a person who has lost what she loves and knows that she has but can't find a way back 3) the fact that isolating oneself only leads to one's inner-self decaying and leads one to a sense of being ill or ill-placed at the least.
A true Zancan work of art if there ever was one *applauds* each of his paintings is guaranteed to have depth and provoke thought ... this one in particular definitely delivers
J'ai parcouru toute ta galerie. Tout occupée à admirer certaines oeuvres, je me suis dit: que seront les tableaux que nous accrocherons à nos murs ? Et puis ce tableau-ci, entre autre, m'a donné la réponse. La peinture n'est pas morte ! Tu emboîtes le pas des grands noms. Futur Dali ? Non, déjà plus.
i can´t help myself, but few of that towers remind me phallus. was that your intention? relationships based on cold metallic sex....and she is lost among that relations. or i´m far away of the real meaning
Hehe, that is funny actually, and you are quite daring to expose your feeling well, it wasn't an intent, but it took no long before someone tell me about this twisted point of view ( my sister did ). And everytime someone notices, it happens to be a girl. Should we consider that a relevant statistics?
I could only wish I could critique this. What I got from this piece is a broken expanse of rootless graves, becoming an empty city of things that should have been spoken. The Dryad torn and separated from her Tree, the one thing she loves most in this life, by careless inactivity of those of us who let the Earth be burried in concrete jungles. Trapped by neat manicured gardens, soulless teracotta pots... Unable to reconnect with the wild bright soul of the world. It deadens the awarness of True Life...
It leaves me bereft with longing. The need to flee the urban and suburban...and return to my home, far away from the harsh world created by Humanity.
Sir, I know u want a critique, but words cannot express what the mind's eye sees. You and many other who share here and in their life's work have the uncanny ability to make my heart sing, to make the pain of my earthly, human existence subside for a moment as I gaze in wonder at the surreal setting. I love "Beyond the rust". Certain types of work speak to me. Not that your other pieces are not good, of course. They may speak of other things to others! I thank you. Patina, texture, otherworldliness? just plain good art. Don't let your brushes dry out!