KŪRDET - Kurt Cobain (Heārtist's Legends)
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KŪRDET
Kurt Kurdet Cobain
Feb 20, 1967 - April 5, 1994 (27 years)
Walking in the desert of no-where for quite a while, wondering about that man who sold the world, does anyone know him at least as well as I do? Does anyone else hear his unique vandolin?
On my way, I notice a dilapidated sign standing on its wires, written in a strange language ”hwish-kahl”. I cannot understand what it says.
A heavy smell surrounds the air, and an incomprehensible stench fills the compressed air as I carefully cross the stinking bridge, just near the end of the bridge I hear voices below me.
Is that Vandolin again!
I cannot miss that sound...
A heavy smell surrounds the air, and an incomprehensible stench fills the compressed air as I carefully cross the stinking bridge, just near the end of the bridge I hear voices below me.
Is that Vandolin again!
I cannot miss that sound...
I quickly climb down the steep road to the crevasse under the bridge to investigate the sound source, and I notice a mirage in front of my eyes.
the blurry figure trying to cross an obstacle near the water line, point to it, and repeat doing so.
the blurry figure trying to cross an obstacle near the water line, point to it, and repeat doing so.
My head frantically following the voice coming beneath me, I felt my steps rushing towards the increasing voices that in a distorted form were so familiar to me, "Mmmm.. something in the way" he played the vandolin and hummed repeatedly in a voice that makes me stop and wonder who am I.
It's the golden boy, his eyes can tell a story of a thousand years in an instant stare, without hesitation, I pull out my notebook and hand him the poem that the one with the black star wrote earlier, he swipes his hand gently over the ink as if his hands are caressing something familiar.
It's the golden boy, his eyes can tell a story of a thousand years in an instant stare, without hesitation, I pull out my notebook and hand him the poem that the one with the black star wrote earlier, he swipes his hand gently over the ink as if his hands are caressing something familiar.
He is chanting a string of words that sounds like "something in the way, mmm" and repeats until suddenly he notices me and then flames envelop him. He burns in flames in front of my eyes, then immediately he fades away, disappears, and returns wearing the appearance of an angle, staring in me with a sad look in his blue-ish eyes that pop out of golden hair that flows down almost to his shoulders.
He looks at me with his big eyes, points at me, stops, and shouts "I'm rather burn than fade away" he waits a second and begins to burn and fade again constantly.
It is almost impossible for me to communicate with the flames of a mirage, I have decided to leave and climb back towards the bridge.
I think about this strange situation, hearing again the sounds of the heavenly instrumental, someone, somewhere around me is playing a vandolin.
My head is frantically following the voice coming from the trees of a nearby forest, I felt my steps rushing towards the increasing voices that in a distorted form are so familiar to me, "Mmmm.. something in the way, mmm... something in the way" he played on the vandolin and hums in a voice that makes me stop and wonder who I am.
It's the golden boy, his eyes can tell a story of a thousand years in an instant, I pull out my notebook and hand him the poem that the one with the black star wrote earlier, he swipes his hand gently over the ink as if his hands are caressing something familiar.
It's the golden boy, his eyes can tell a story of a thousand years in an instant, I pull out my notebook and hand him the poem that the one with the black star wrote earlier, he swipes his hand gently over the ink as if his hands are caressing something familiar.
He shuts his eyes and a rough grungy voice comes out of the mirage golden boy, he undoubtedly knows the song of the one who sold the world.
Drops of golden rainfall from the treetops trying to extinguish the flame that fades in front of me, I treasure the moment inside of my heārt in order to present the extinguished fire of the golden boy, I call him “come as you are”
Kūrt - The flaming
Kūrdt - The fading
KŪDET
inspiration: burning kūrt / fading kūrdet masterpiece
materials: ACRYLIC / TEMPERED GLASS
size: 40''x 60'' / 24'' x 36'' / 13 x 19''
years: 2020-2022
weight: vary
ārcanes: necrōmancy, transmutātion, Illusiōn, summōnning, divinātion , 27th club
