'The Polarity of Darkness' Framed Original
Digital Collage on Hahnemühle Torchon Fine Art Paper with Acrylic
Art size: 30 × 30cm (excluding frame)
Digital collage created with photographs of ordinary urban objects (like lampposts and rubbish bins) then hand embellished
About the art: Having unconsciously lived with the belief that my persona was who I was, disconnected from my true essence, I continued to suffer with increasing intensity on the inside while attempting to maintain the facade of ‘perfection’ on the outside, until my life fell apart around me, plummeting me into disarray and darkness. When the mask shattered, I felt like I had shattered with it: broken, frail, frightened, worthless, feeling desperately alone, not a scrap of hope left, no light, only an intense desire for the pain to end. From this polarity of darkness, I was purely focussed on every aspect (internally and externally) that I believed was ‘wrong’ and ‘broken’. No longer able to see the other side, I subconsciously dug myself deeper and deeper into the very things I did not want by placing all of my energy and attention there, unable to see or accept anything else. By being with the darkness I began to hear its whispers. And, eventually, I was able to discover beauty in those whispers of wisdom.
“Life is beautiful in all its colours, even the darker ones, they’re here for a reason.”
– Chris Martin
Digital Collage on Hahnemühle Torchon Fine Art Paper with Acrylic
Art size: 30 × 30cm (excluding frame)
Digital collage created with photographs of ordinary urban objects (like lampposts and rubbish bins) then hand embellished
About the art: Having unconsciously lived with the belief that my persona was who I was, disconnected from my true essence, I continued to suffer with increasing intensity on the inside while attempting to maintain the facade of ‘perfection’ on the outside, until my life fell apart around me, plummeting me into disarray and darkness. When the mask shattered, I felt like I had shattered with it: broken, frail, frightened, worthless, feeling desperately alone, not a scrap of hope left, no light, only an intense desire for the pain to end. From this polarity of darkness, I was purely focussed on every aspect (internally and externally) that I believed was ‘wrong’ and ‘broken’. No longer able to see the other side, I subconsciously dug myself deeper and deeper into the very things I did not want by placing all of my energy and attention there, unable to see or accept anything else. By being with the darkness I began to hear its whispers. And, eventually, I was able to discover beauty in those whispers of wisdom.
“Life is beautiful in all its colours, even the darker ones, they’re here for a reason.”
– Chris Martin
Digital Collage on Hahnemühle Torchon Fine Art Paper with Acrylic
Art size: 30 × 30cm (excluding frame)
Digital collage created with photographs of ordinary urban objects (like lampposts and rubbish bins) then hand embellished
About the art: Having unconsciously lived with the belief that my persona was who I was, disconnected from my true essence, I continued to suffer with increasing intensity on the inside while attempting to maintain the facade of ‘perfection’ on the outside, until my life fell apart around me, plummeting me into disarray and darkness. When the mask shattered, I felt like I had shattered with it: broken, frail, frightened, worthless, feeling desperately alone, not a scrap of hope left, no light, only an intense desire for the pain to end. From this polarity of darkness, I was purely focussed on every aspect (internally and externally) that I believed was ‘wrong’ and ‘broken’. No longer able to see the other side, I subconsciously dug myself deeper and deeper into the very things I did not want by placing all of my energy and attention there, unable to see or accept anything else. By being with the darkness I began to hear its whispers. And, eventually, I was able to discover beauty in those whispers of wisdom.
“Life is beautiful in all its colours, even the darker ones, they’re here for a reason.”
– Chris Martin