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4.29 / 5.00

Date
05/21/2010
Category
Fine Art
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600 x 656 px
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106.8 kb
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witold
gombrowicz
ferdydurke
immaturity
  • Frontpaged May 21, 2010

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Portrait of a young Witold Gombrowicz (1904-1969) in his time of immaturity.

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TheAuthorOfWarfareTheAuthorOfWarfare

Rated 5 / 5 stars Mar 7, 2013

I know what this picture is supposed to convey, and who it's supposed to portray, yet no matter how hard I try, it makes me think of my own life. It makes me think of my mornings everyday, and the fake skin I put on. The people I try to be like. The person I want people to see me as. I'm not fitting to a conscious acceptable to society. I'm wrapping myself in the life I wish I could live. I'm wishing I could live a normal life, with a normal family, and that if I keep on acting like that is what it is, that one day it'll be so. Every day, I put on a fake smile, and throw jokes around and laugh like nothing's wrong. I fit into someone else's skin, just because I desire the life that the skin represents. I desire it to an extant that the sane mind can't even fathom. I can't show anybody who I really am, or show anybody the demons caged within my private hell. I can't show anybody, because once I do that somebody becomes a nobody to me, as they fall out of my life. Back to their Perfect. Little. Life. So I do it to keep that portion of a normal life I have. That wretched piece of humanity that I hold on to so dearly. The fragment of a life never to be mine. The one thing that makes me put myself through demented routines meant to torture a normal soul to insanity to keep. I hold on to it. Because it is hope. It is faith. It is the one thing that separates me from the brink of a place beyond insanity. Beyond a living hell on earth. It is what keeps me alive. I proudly wear a uniform unfamiliar, and fly a flag foreign to keep this. This order in the chaos. This panacea for my problems. This light flickering in the darkness.

This. Is what makes me human.


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CindyrandomnekoCindyrandomneko

Rated 5 / 5 stars May 3, 2011

This is just..

This is pure art.


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ErichoEricho

Rated 4.5 / 5 stars Apr 19, 2011

Mature?

I really wouldn't consider this to be something in the "Mature" section. It's pretty disturbing but doesn't show any blood or private parts or anything like that. I guess I have probably just seen a lot of other really disturbing stuff I do not notice it that much. This was, however, a great art piece because of how lush the colors work. I have never heard of Witold Gombrowicz before and thought he might have been a fictional character. I have looked up and found out that he was in fact a real person.

It is a pity I know little about his work or else I might be able to understand this better. This seems just like something you would find in a random Google image search for "fear" or "scary image". This actually makes sense. I imagine it was supposed to be a metaphor for growing up as you took on new skin. Whatever it was, it is dang creepy.



elvisthePalviselvisthePalvis

Rated 5 / 5 stars Dec 15, 2010

skin like silk

i wonder how he changes his underwear?


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punkillerpunkiller

Rated 5 / 5 stars Nov 7, 2010

Where's my suit?

Great work man!!!!