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hypandom — It Was Not Death
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It was not death, for I stood up,
And all the dead lie down;
It was not night, for all the bells
Put out their tongues, for noon.
It was not frost, for on my flesh
I felt siroccos crawl,
Nor fire, for just my marble feet
Could keep a chancel cool.
And yet it tasted like them all;
The figures I have seen
Set orderly, for burial,
Reminded me of mine,
As if my life were shaven
And fitted to a frame,
And could not breathe without a key;
And I was like midnight, some,
When everything that ticked has stopped,
And space stares, all around,
Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns,
Repeal the beating ground.
But most like chaos--stopless, cool,
Without a chance or spar,
Or even a report of land
To justify despair.
--Emily Dickinson
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This is the first time I've done a full-blown photo manipulation. The only part I drew was the girl in the middle.
PLEASE READ ON FOR THE EXPLANATION:
Inside frame vs. outside frame = juxtaposition of chaos and order
Frost vs. flame, blue vs. yellow, cold vs. hot
Crows = death
Water = vast ocean: "no report of land"
Waterfall = overflow, escape, chaos
Hand print and shadow = attempts at escape
Frame = conformity, trapped, rigidness
Frame, wallpaper, roses = restricted traditional lifestyle
Painting within frame = vastness entrapped by conformed life
Moon/clock at midnight = "darkest hour"
Double vision of the girl = confusion, emphasized aloneness
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The many stocks used:
Frame [link]
Wallpaper [link]
Painting's background [link]
Waterfall [link]
Frost [link]
Flame [link]
Sea [link]
Crows [link]
Roses [link]
Hand print [link]
Moon [link]
Clock [link]
Clock hand [link]
