i like the haze, the warmth, the solar quality -- my subjective processing put me inna mirage, tilting while walking toward the mountain, seeing the visible heat as aura, halfway to hallucinatory dreamtime -- for me, this painting would be great for the wintertime blues, maybe even better than one of those bright S.A.D. lights.
then scorpion, twitchy tail thru my ankle -- the picture morph'd to silhouette on deathbed, reclined 45° w/ longneck, & the nose, you see, & the lips, you see, & the black cloud of bodily death shadow to monkeymind, but the light, they say don't go toward the light!, however, the light is where we belong ultimately & yet again aura as energy ain't nothin' but energy & what whence life made of?
"Andrei Molotiu's comics are absolute marvels: hotbeds of evolving ambiguity where one never knows what disturbing or witty interaction between abstraction of objects and objects of abstraction is about to take place. Each time I've opened them I've been utterly absorbed, that is, drawn into places where I had no power other than to become what I was looking at. What he does is superb." --Harry Mathews
"I love artists that break the rules and Andrei Molotiu breaks them all, with mind-bending and beautiful results." --Scott McCloud
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i like the haze, the warmth, the solar quality -- my subjective processing put me inna mirage, tilting while walking toward the mountain, seeing the visible heat as aura, halfway to hallucinatory dreamtime -- for me, this painting would be great for the wintertime blues, maybe even better than one of those bright S.A.D. lights.
then scorpion, twitchy tail thru my ankle -- the picture morph'd to silhouette on deathbed, reclined 45° w/ longneck, & the nose, you see, & the lips, you see, & the black cloud of bodily death shadow to monkeymind, but the light, they say don't go toward the light!, however, the light is where we belong ultimately & yet again aura as energy ain't nothin' but energy & what whence life made of?
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