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The Death of Art
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The Death of Art |
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Elias Nevermore Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 152 |
"I bid ado to this lifeless world", screamed the man with nothing to lose. High upon the roof is where he stood. His dominion was the glorious sky, upon which his life would soon cease, but also where his spirit would rise. The man was sad, as sad as can be, for the world knew him not, and to him that meant everything. He was an artist, the last of his kind. As he stood on top of the world, he looked back on his entire life. In his early years, he knew not the immense joys that came with art. Born and raised in Tennessee, he grew up in a home where his father was a military man who loathed creativity. So his art would not appear for awhile. When he finally escaped the clutches of those who had limited his growth, his soul and his art began to explode. With a immense passion he had never felt, he became an artist who would soon be the one to inspire the entire world. He painted things so beautiful that they invoked emotions in all who saw them. His works brought life to the people, and for that they put him on a pedestal. Art was his reason to live, given to him by those who loved his art so greatly. As the years progressed, and he aged, so did the society which once loved art. They rejected him and all others like him, for beauty in art was no longer appreciated. Thus many artists soon turned to death, for it was their only escape from this hell. After all these years of being persecuted, he was the last artist alive, and he knew it. The rest of the world of course ignored the final pleas of this artist scorned. So as he jumped into the sky for the last time, he waved to the world which let him die. "Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
The perspective of an art-less world sounds terrible and though with this write you touch a topic that is not allowed in this forum, I must say you treated it with skill and sensitivity. When there is economical crisis, art suffers too, but never will art truly die, creativity being an innate aspect of our spirits. Love, Margherita |
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Elias Nevermore Member
since 2007-11-03
Posts 152 |
Well, my intentions for this piece were to have the "last artist" embody all of art and thus symbolize the death of art in concurrence with his own death. It was not meant to highlight suicide, or the emotional thought process attached to it, and I'm sorry if it might have come across that way. |
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