CECHK

In the realm of memories, we can see them as dreams. Or dreams as voids. In this void, we can face ourselves without the lenses of morality, of society, of opinions.

In the void, all turn into metaphors, in vivid fantasies. Nothing matters and everything is real. 

The first one is all scrambled. You can't connect, you can't sort through it. Is that feeling of crippling anxiety, building inside you a little each day. But you can't cry, you can't laugh. Is just there, swirling inside you.  Until you can't bear it anymore.

The second one is when the Void starts to expand, remember. The circle now is open. And you are there, to deal with the consequences of knowing. You can't choose what to know, because you knew, you knew it every single time. 

In the state of Void Khaos, you all pitch black. You can only see bright lights trying to get a hold of you. You try to control it, you try to understand it. But is relentless. The only thing you can do is to accept it.

Is only when you accept Void Seira that you can get a hold of it. Accepting it, recalling it, piecing it together in a tight stop. You create it. You own it now. You can't remove the eye, you could never do it. But now, you can blind it. And that is what matters. 

PsychoKiller

The Void

The Girl does not have a name. She never had. Is not like anyone cares about her name. She is just another girl, like every other girl. 
And like every girl she had to learn. To behave. Because if the girl does not behave herself, she gets eaten. 
Eating girls is common practice, you know. They do it all the time. 
And nobody looks. 
And nobody knows.

Just the girl and the mouth.

The first Girl lost her cause since the beginning. The Eye saw her, and since then she bears the mark. The marks. It was only one time, but her skin is already pierced by the thorns. And the thorns never leave her. 

The second Girl just lost her mind. You see, when you're young you can hide in the void, but after thirteen the void is not so safe. Because you can see what happened, you can count every teeth. So the Girl chooses to open all her eyes and finally embrace it. She can't be seen by anyone but herself and the hand that holds her. 

The final Girl is already dead. She buried herself deep, constructed a pretty mask, and start living her life. She only takes her mask off when she is alone in front of a mirror when she can see the damage, alone. That is when she sees all the eyes, all the voids, the mouths, the teeth, and the thorns. 

Maybe one day she can heal. Not today.

Gabby Dizon

The Girl

The Eye sees and The Eye has it under control. The Eye is the one who cannot fathom separation, cannot bear the consequences of the secret.

The black Eye is the consummation of secrets, fears, and horror. The black Eye is there, controlling you, reminding you that your hands are forever tied to the past. You can't escape it, you can't stop it. You are on your own. 

The red Eye is all about going to the past. Reliving that devastating experience. Is a state of mind where only you and the Eye exists. He is your only friend, and if you spill the secret, it will kill you. 

The blue Eye represents the wanting for forgiveness. But the forgiveness that is given without pain, without consequences. The blue Eye is about acting on justification, being excused from your actions. 

Conlan Rios

The Eye

When you are dissipated you can't hold yourself solid. You're there, like water. Like muddy water. You can't swim and you can't see. You have to imagine a lifeboat and try to get on it, as your life depends on it.

When the boat never comes you have to sort through the spiral. 
You look into the eye.
And you sit tight, waiting for your judgment. 

This is a work about trauma. Is a work about a journey that never ends. 
Each layer depicts a state of mind, a chance for a voice to be heard.

For all the girls who don't have a name. 

"As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else. "
excerpt from Lady Lazarus, by Sylvia Plath

The Dissipation

Layers for "The Dissipation"

The Void

The Girl

The Eye