LOST FACE

Garis Edelweiss (Indonesian, b. 1984, Pasuruan, Jawa Timur, Indonesia) – Maddah-Sarasvati, 2017  Drawings: Pencil on Paper

 

A picture is worth a thousand words.

What words does this picture inspire?

A woman whose face is lost,

To be replaced by bouncing balls.

What are we without our faces?

What will we have left to show the world?

The image brings forth feelings of confusion,

An imbalance created by the lack of face.

Our faces are needed to reveal our true selves.

Without them, we are useless like

balls forever bouncing by an unseen force.

ONLY A PICTURE

 

 

Can a picture capture the ocean?

Can it reveal changing colors,

ripples of the waves,

reflections of the deep?

A mirror to the sky.

Hold the picture up high.

The image lies flat and stagnant,

missing the life and energy

of nature’s creations.

HOUSE OF ILLUSIONS

 
The house is dark.
Candles light the way.
Water is filling the basement.
The truth is being distorted.
Our minds are being controlled.
End House has powers.
Powers of persuasion and illusion.
Are cages falling from the ceiling?
Are those rotating saws?
We better run for our lives.
THE DEAD love their games.
THE DEAD GAME
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Nook

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

The mind is complex.

It stores information.

It reasons.

But it’s also creative.

I see a butterfly and its shadow.

Did my reasoning or past data

tell me this?

No.

It was the creative part of my brain,

working on over-drive.

What do you see?

THE CLOWN

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PENNYWISE

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The hotel room is quiet.

The furniture looks shabby.

A dim light glows from a

small bed-side lamp.

The carpet is worn from

years of footsteps.

Then you hear a strange noise.

A high-pitched static sound.

A sound emanating from the old T.V. set.

The black and white screen appears to be on.

But you didn’t turn on the T.V.

when you entered the room.

A clown’s face appears on the screen.

He looks at you and says,

“Why are you here?

How dare you enter my room!

If you don’t leave right away,

I will just have to kill you.”

At first, you think this is silly

since he’s only an image on a screen.

But then his hand reaches out

through the screen.

His fingers have long red nails.

His body begins to emerge.

He’s here.

For you.

You are no longer alone.

NEVER ALONE

 

NEVER ALONE

 

When you are sleeping, do you sometimes  feel a presence beside you?  Do you dream of people you have lost?  Do you wish that you can see those  people one more time?  In your dreams, you are not alone.  They are with you in your dreams  and in your thoughts.

When you are sleeping, do you sometimes
feel a presence beside you?
Do you dream of people you have lost?
Do you wish that you can see those
people one more time?
In your dreams, you are not alone.
They are with you in your dreams
and in your thoughts.

  • You look into the mirror and see  your reflection staring back at you.  What do you feel?  Do you feel alone?  Look again.  You are not alone—  you have the most wonderful  person in the world with you.  You have yourself—your best friend.  One who knows your innermost thoughts,  but still stays with you.  You are never alone.
 

You look into the mirror and see
your reflection staring back at you.
What do you feel?
Do you feel alone?
Look again.
You are not alone—
you have the most wonderful
person in the world with you.
You have yourself—your best friend.
One who knows your innermost thoughts,
but still stays with you.
You are never alone.