I Fall
Below My NAme
BEYOND THE FACE I USED TO CLAIM
And now, relax; the hard part has passed.
We descend where memory and myth begin.
I fall below my name, beyond the face I used to claim.
This is a passage, not a void; a crossing from
the outer noise to the inner world.
The pulse of soil begins to speak in symbols lost, in tongues antique.
My fingers brush the unseen thread that pulls me
where the known has fled.
Roots narrow to a circle of blue light; the body drifts, unafraid.
I bloom in silence, below my name.
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 - Bridge from "Introspection of a smoking blue rose")
I heard a voice that sounded like mine,
But layered, distant, misaligned.
It called me deeper than the root,
Where silence shifts, and mirrors move.
If this is me, then who decides
Which one of us is left outside?
(Verse II)
I’m falling slow
No fight, no flame.
Just pulse and glow
Beneath my name.
(Chorus)
I fall below my name,
Beyond the face I used to claim.
(Verse III)
The pulse of soil begins to speak,
In symbols lost, in tongues antique.
My fingers brush the unseen thread,
That pulls me where the known has fled.
(Bridge - Verse I one of "The Pantheon within")
There is a chamber built by me,
With walls that breathe and floors that see.
My scattered self becomes design—
A pantheon of fractured signs.
And through the root, I now descend,
Where memory and myth begin.
Chorus (repeat)
I fall below my name,
Beyond the face I used to claim.
(Outro)
I bloom in silence,
Below my name.
