Vendôme

Within each fictitious character, there is a battle between relevance and symbolism. Relevance is how the character can be found inside every one of us, there are mundane nuances that make them attached to reality. An example of relevance is if the character seeks redemption, similar to most of us, who have also been indebted to someone once or again. If relevance is concrete, then symbolism is the abstract. Symbolism is what the character represents in the novel, book, composition. Symbolism can be summarized into one word or two, such as "the villain" or "the antagonist".  In the case of Les Miserables, Javert is a stoic police and prison officer who does not believe the fluidity of honor. He is a static character who can not bend his mind to believe that Jean Valjean was a redeemed fugitive. Javert could not believe that codified law does not equal to righteousness, and that the human spirit is ever-changing.  Javert's binary nature raises relevance--- we hav

Entrance to the North Transept, Cathedral of Burgos', David Roberts 1835  A decorated traditionalist houses' marquess  does not a doting devotee make  I met you at the Rhone and Arve confluence  where the young virtuoso turned promiscuous To rebel like Bertolucci's Dreamers,  to write you "Delusion Angel" in a Viennese cafe  These are my greatest fevers  Since 2008  Whose marionette do you crave to be later?  on most days your vision reddens, you grow pale every sentence is a conjecture, a non sequitur How are you real? 

Theatre D'opera Spatial, Midjourney  Had a girl named Tatiana in your front pocket Fiji nights, wearing her golden locket if you were to tell me how to live a life my tremours will haunt everywhere you hide It is a tantalizing trickle honey's golden glaze trailing your face I don't dare bring up these crimes how my chin crimson droplets trace

 Pax Deorum      Distant, through large cumulonimbus clouds spills golden light. Such a sumptuous display of the aerial palace is no other than our celestial hearth. Days and nights contrast in this one frame, and by a large pavilion gate an effervescent figure approaches in the air. An angel flutters down gently and sits on the edge of the pavilion. Beyond the gates, endless acreage of flowerbeds resembles those of Tuscany. As if mirrors lined the backs of the mountain ranges, all rays of light concentrate on the gargantuan clouds. I am becoming aware of you. Your eyes are fixated upon the white Gypsophilia branches as you are standing up, grabbing onto the branch of an elm.       Time slows. The lakewater trickles down my cupping hands unwillingly--- I see these transparent beads detach from my skin and into the soil. Shutters of your visage come in a trifecta, I was able to capture these temporal half-shut eyes. The songbirds perfect their tones, disappearing between the undergrowth

Premonitions, phantoms, and psychics  the wanderings all have a vision omniscient  yet my beautifully crafted ink-painted dolls, they had not a single eye for art  Even you can not transcend the worldly gaze lingering around my Saturdays  with this permeating ebony smell  does it conceal how your fermenting feelings swell?  Bearer of the benevolent winds would know the pain of straying beyond the homely harbor that made every blow on me softened every overzealous moment reflect in candor