PAINTINGS

by Sick Zleyr

abstraction

WHAT DO YOU SEE?

we dont even know how much we are missing

there is something poetic about the way humans can destroy something in the name of peace

if you think about it, we are all constantly overlapping in life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

what do you see? anything?

can you trust your eyes? can you be sure? what if i asked you what colors you feel in, would you be able to tell me? think about how long your heart has kept you alive. go ahead. feel something.

-sick

SURREALISM

IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING?

to kill the messenger or the helping hand; yet the brain remains intact

this place exists and here lies me, myself, and i, encased for all to witness.

i am your biggest critic and your most dedicated fan.
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the longer you look the more it changes.

i feel like everyone is looking without seeing. take a second. did you notice what just happened? look again. they are doing it on purpose. the longer we wander and reflect internally; the stronger we fight each other, and forget to notice the enemy. everything they said will continue to go overhead and ruin your eternity. they rely on your ability to self soothe. consume, conform, contradict the norm. & no this is no longer “the dream” pay attention, because yes, this is really happening.

-sick

PORTRAITURE

DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE?

believe me, i can see you.

you don’t know me, but i’ve seen you. you’ve only seen an altered reflection of your own being. how do you know this is who you are? i am looking right at you! try to convince me otherwise and i promise not to take you at face value. together we can see each other to learn more about ourselves.

-sick

LANDSCAPES

THESE PLACES WISH YOU WERE HERE.

trees dont water themselves, yet they grow far beyond expectations, day after day. year after year

where would you go if the world disappeared?

we should go outside and soak in the sun. lets go climb trees and scrape our knees. doesn’t that sound like fun? think hard beyond the walls of inside. because when the long day ends, we became part of the earth. buried. when we all died.

-sick