Obsession

Great woods, you frighten me like cathedrals;
You roar like the organ; and in our cursed hearts,
Rooms of endless mourning where old death-rattles sound,
Respond the echoes of your De profundis.

I hate you, Ocean! your bounding and your tumult,
My mind finds them within itself; that bitter laugh
Of the vanquished man, full of sobs and insults,
I hear it in the immense laughter of the sea.

How I would like you, Night! without those stars
Whose light speaks a language I know!
For I seek emptiness, darkness, and nudity!

But the darkness is itself a canvas
Upon which live, springing from my eyes by thousands,
Beings with understanding looks, who have vanished.

A poem by C. Baudelaire, a frenchman, a madman and a genius.

This poem was inspiration to this picture, which is to take part of the FLOWERS OF EVIL contest held by *lugubrum-stock and ~Rowi-Stock

I have hardly been as satisfied with my work as with this one. I had just part of the idea when I started, and gathered a lot of stock from both artists. And then it just came, piece by piece. I think Baudelaire and their stock served as the greatest inspiration. Also, a funny fact: I was really sick while making this, and yet I was working so hard and inspiration just took flight. The last thing I never thought adding and yet I did and I am damn glad I did, was the hooded wonderer. Is that Death? Or just some mysterious stranger? We shall never know.

STOCK USED:

*lugubrum-stock ~Rowi-Stock *Rhynn (the pale hands) & *ro-stock (my one and sole texture provider).