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Bark — Charitable Death
Published: 2005-06-22 14:00:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 2568; Favourites: 37; Downloads: 383
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stockxchngthe dust of the years has settled here, light softly touching through dusty windows and faded curtains.
from highchair to rockingchair to wheelchair, the decades silently coat the fresh and new with their
bitter dust. death is charitable.
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hahaha, it makes me laugh now, too. a real not-so-golden oldie.
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!! damn!! you scared me to death with this one.. I was just watching your gallery (in darkness) and sudden THIS... for a while I didn't know what is going on! (especial that I listening World of Skin now)
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i love it when my work makes someone feel something, even fear... thanks!
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[a very long time ago this picture reminded me of darth vader]
i suddenly pinpointed why this picture makes me so uneasy.
everything feels like it is looking at me.
no- it is looking into me-
and i feel vulnerable.
and the slightly odd angle of the wheelchair?
*shudders*
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thanks! everything in the room is really a little off kilter. i still kind of like this one myself. reminds me of grandma's attic...
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You know that this is one of my favs! A great introduction for the folks at Abstract Silence to your work! 
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You're very welcome, gentle sir.
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I'm sooo sorry for the late of my comment
I would like to thank you for used me in this beautiful deviation ^^ I love the atmosphere of the image
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better late than never- thanks very much!
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Another amazing one. I don't know how you do it mister bark, just brilliant.
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that means a lot coming from you, thanks very much!
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So deep and haunting, this is absolutly incredible! I have much in my head that I can't transform into words. My brain hurts right now. But I truly love it!
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heh heh, now you're just playing on eveyones' fears. It's not the weirdo dressed in black that does it, nor the empty wheelchair, or the demon horse. It's that dummy that keeps looking at me and that doll army looking up trying to steal my soul. They're evil I say eeeeeeeeeeeeevil and nobody will believe me
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This picture creeps me out. I am going to look at it often. Gives me the old "Lovecraft-feel!"
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this simply is one of my favorites from yuo in a long time... such profoundly shadowed corners... such terrible lurking potentials...
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painfully true... first you lead us to the past with the horrid music... then you slam the future in front of our noses with this
great work with blending and the whole ambience. there is no one left to tell the story....
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god i'm spamming you..........
i just have to say...i just know that this is what i'll find when i finally venture into that abandoned house down the road from me. i've taken photos of it from the road..........that's as close as i've gotten. i've dreamt of it once.....some of the rooms........and what you've created here reminds me of that house. i 
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i know what you mean, actually... this was based on childhood memories of my grandmother's old victorian. there was a room at the top of the stairs that was always locked... my insane spinster aunt lived with her there, hoarding old memorabilia of the only time in her life when she'd been happy... god, just can't beat southern gothic! thanks for your comments!
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that's so interesting...and yet so sad.
someday...i'm moving south.
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the woman in black reminds me of the crone. also reminds me of a big fear of mine....seeing a ghost with something covering it's face....and suddenly it takes it off and hisses at me. *gets chills*
then you add the dolls..........*shivers*
it's very nicely put together.......i love it.
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very awesome combonation of stock!! very well done!
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In the thumb i thought it was darth vader 
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This is really awesome Bro...So many dark things that go bump in the dark...
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why does this remind me of the song, [use your fist and not your mouth] from the golden age of grotesque...?
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because you're a disturbed individual?
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in-divided disturbance,,.......... i have no argument...... to-shay salesman....!!!!
but seriously... this work reminds me of every little girls little doll dremhouse...
the kind that breaks in half, and you can see every room on the inside....
this just happens to be the room that they never place their little dollies in, it's the room that they end up in after the drem house crumbles...... after the arguments., after the nights alone, after the bruises, after the child is seen as a mistake, after the divorse, after the real home is cut down the center... this is the room where death of dreams, death of loves, where death takes a child by the hand and becomes a teacher...... this is a barbie skeleton.......
the dark attic in the dream house.... the place where we can be alone, and not lonley.........
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God, you really hit the nail on the head with that decription. This manipulation has been distrubing me so much and I couldn't put into words what I was feeling. You did that perfectly...I feel about it exactly as you have described.
But y do u feel it is ' the place where we can be alone, and not lonley.........'.. doesnt this feel like a very lonely place to be in physically and emotionally, have been through so much loss?
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first, i'm sure bark will be happy to know that you were disturbed to the point of speachlessness towards this image...
i saw this image as the title suggests.... it's the gift of loss..... the difference between being alone and being lonely, is misdirected happiness.... once we assign someone else as being responsible for our happiness we feel pain and loss and lonely when we are without those people... but if we accept the responsibility to make ourselves happy without the influence or guidance or motives or selfish, self-serving, childish desires and demands of anyone else... then we can truely be alone, and we can truely be happy.... and in the all we really have is ourselves, to thank... or to blame.....
to let go of a mind set, to reprogram a belief system, to see things in a different way, to have nothing left to loose, to kill the past, is a Charitable Death....
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Thanks for the explaintion. Bark knows I am most intrigued by this image- I have been hassling him to explain it!!!
I agree with what you say about loss but I saw if from a slightly different angle. I saw the woman as someone who has suffered all the losses in the world and as you say has nothing to lose....but nothing to gain either. It's like she is waiting for death so I saw the title as slightly ironic- death was not being charitable in this case by not coming in time. I saw the inanimate objects as silent spectators to her misery- all equally helpless amplifying the true helplessness of one in limbo. The clock suggested that death is oblivious to her pain and will come when it wants to, while all she can do is watch the clock tick relentlessly and wait silently for the end....
Maybe I am just negative
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jesus, you should get some kind of award from DA for posting the most valuable comments! thanks, your words are better than the manipulation.
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