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Like a bigger faith for a better time
Shine, my swastika, sing in me!
My winter sun, my eternal pride,
My black swastika, sing in me!
(c) Majdanek Waltz
This is a quite personal piece of art I did as a partial tribute to Arno Breker.
Many things can be said about the symbolizm in this piece, but since it's only comprehensible to me, there's really no point in it.
Sometimes people say that how can I do "surreal" art, even if incorporating traditional themes and elements, how can I do it if in the Nazi Germany it would be considered "degenerate art".
Well I like surreal. I think it translates some things better, and I can't get rid of the artistic influence I already accumulated. More so, if I WERE in Nazi Germany, I'd simply and with great happiness would draw normal academic art on themes I deem important.
However, in the modern society, my art still is treated as something bad, so there's a certain irony in all these people's words.
And then, I'm not a happy person. I'm a realist too. That's why even in my national-socialism works you won't find something about bright national-socialistic future or something really propagandic. Too bad I see death everywhere I look, and not much beside it.
But some death and dying is glorious. And it sings in me.
All in all this is probably my best work as of latest, in terms that it actually has meaning and the aesthetics I desired. The anatomy is really wonky, but that's due to my infamiliarity with hyperbolized musculature. I learned new things and came to peace with some ideas and desires.
Sorry for not answering previous comments on my latest work, I was busy.(