Artwork created as a part of a second year course
Hollow Fools
A quick piece inspired by an artwork that was created as a part of a communication design course at DJ Academy of Design.
A quick piece inspired by an artwork that was created as a part of a communication design course at DJ Academy of Design.
Eyeing the nameless faces around him, he slowly sits down at the corner table. The lighting is dingy there; perfectly serving his purpose. He doesn't want to be noticed. He doesn't want any eyes on him. It makes him too conscious; as if they know his secret—that they know who he really is.
He watches them—those who walk into the small café in the forgotten part of the town. They have things in common. Only they don't see it. But he does; he sees past their false exterior—through the jaded and deceiving layers of their skin. While the truth is a stark contrast. To the world, they seem to shine- not a flaw in their exterior. The light perfectly bouncing off their porcelain skin. He smirks to himself though, because he knows the rest. He knows that the very foundation of them is threatening to peel away to reveal what they really are-hollow fools.
As you go higher, they tear up further; layers peeling all the way back. Nothing but dark voids stare back; an eeriness that can always let you hear the hollow clang of metal. A fragile balance keeps them up and standing. This balance must never be touched or else the entire system will come crashing down spectacularly. With no arms to break the impending fall, they will perish. Their way of life leaving them defenseless against the
elements.
Once you reach the heart and the head, the lack of substance surprises you. No heart worth beating lives there. The head on the other hand is a touch shy of collapsing with no backbone to keep it in place. They know this. They know how delicate the entire system is and that makes them hide it's existence that much more fiercely.
elements.
Once you reach the heart and the head, the lack of substance surprises you. No heart worth beating lives there. The head on the other hand is a touch shy of collapsing with no backbone to keep it in place. They know this. They know how delicate the entire system is and that makes them hide it's existence that much more fiercely.
He needs to leave now—his day awaits. He wants to sneak out soon lest they look at him and discover his supposed truth—a truth he can't help but hide: that he is one of them.
