BLIND
BEFORE
THE FLAMES
YOUR EMPTY EYES JUST ECHO NOTHING
Do you ever feel judged, watched without knowing why?
Eyes not your own stare from every direction, not to see you but to expect you. They are the crowd and the noise, ready to name you before you speak, ready to shape you before you see.
Blind here means not a lack of vision but the absence of self.
This is the first step inward, where borrowed labels fade like smoke and the mind grows quiet. From this silence the journey begins: to unlearn the faces given, to fall back into your true name.
I command you to wake up.
Wip Video and Song
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This artwork was entirely created in 3D. Below is a timelapse of its making-of, where I cut all the several discarded tries to keep the view experience flawless and give a better sense of what it takes to create these artworks.
Additionally, I wrote the lyrics of a song, with the help of ChatGPT, and then brought this song to life with Suno.ai, making sure the vibes of the piece mathced the song's style and tempo.
Lyrics
(Verse I)
Eyes as mirrors I’ve never been,
The judgment floats in silent flame.
I walk unseen through crowds that name me,
But none of them has ever seen me.
I breathe the weight of unborn days,
I crawl, I pray into the haze.
This world pretends to keep on watching
Your empty eyes just echo nothing.
(Chorus)
I am blind before the flame,
A nameless soul with none to name.
Whispers echo in the chain,
Every link a sacred blame.
I am still, but I remain.
Not broken yet, just yet untamed.
In the silence of the mind,
I’ll learn to see, though I’m still blind.
(Verse II)
They watch like statues made of glass,
Transparent truths that never last.
Their voices fade behind the wall,
Of borrowed thoughts and empty calls.
But I turn inward, not to hide
To seek the place the noise can’t find.
Where light begins behind the eye,
And silence burns a hole through time.
(Bridge)
Who are you, behind the eye?
A god? A wound? A lullaby?
Is blindness shelter, or the curse?
Is stillness holy… or something worse?
(Chorus – repeat)
I am blind before the flame,
A nameless soul with none to name.
Whispers echo in the chain,
Every link a sacred blame.
I am still, but I remain.
Not broken yet, just yet untamed.
In the silence of the mind, I’ll learn to see, though I’m still blind.
(Outro)
And yet I reach,
and yet I claim.
