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three inches to the left by `cryptorchid:iconcryptorchid:

Categories Digital Art > Photomanipulation > People

©2005-2009 `cryptorchid
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When I was a young child, something very strange happened. While I slept, mischievous elves, not unlike the cookie making kind, moved everything in the world exactly three inches to the left. Even though I was the only one I knew of to notice this change, I was also the only one who could no longer walk without catching the edges of the coffee tables, who misjudged the stairs and found herself in a heap at the bottom. I could not adapt. The world still feels wrong. This is only one theory explaining this deep wrongness of course. There is also the distinct possibility that goblins kidnapped the real Julia, stole her away while her parents slept peacefully. They awoke to find a changeling in her place… distraught and hopeless, they knew they would never find their child, and decided to make the best of it. They raised me with her name, told me of her history as if it was my own, but these memories, that name, were not mine. And so I exist, an ersatz. Some days I can pretend with enthusiasm that everything is as it should be; that I fit in my slot perfectly. I will ignore the creeping doubt that my life is a lie, I will watch tv. Other days I can’t understand what is going on, why my name feels as if it belongs to someone else, why everything and everyone around me feels unreal, wrong. Below the concrete, under the skin, on a molecular level; everything hums with atomic unease. I am not arrogant enough to believe I am the only one who feels this, who lives displaced, but there is no logic to this sense of quarantine. Strangers walk around me, going about their daily lives and there is serious doubt in my mind that they actually exist, that they continue to breathe, eat, work, fuck, and dream once they are out of my sight. I want to reach out, touch them, taste them, pinch them, listen to their chests until their heartbeats mimic my own and I don’t feel quite so alone.

[depersonalization disorder]



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this is the third part, the first french for beginners
background landscape: mine
little girl: me
key: mine
little girl body: inertia stock
polaroid + textures: mine

i'm afraid this will be updated several times, working on art when you're sick is great therapy, but you end up making mistakes, editing images and prints and annoying your devwatchers... sorry!

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~MidnightDeath Jun 19, 2005, 8:11:48 PM
If you ever get the time or can find it, there is this book called "tith" and i cant tell you who wrote it bcasue i dont currently have the book with me. but it falls along the lines of waht you were writting about. well minus moving everything three inches to the left. and i certainlly feel the same way about everything being "off." very wonderful picture, and its nice to see new works from you again, becasu they are quite amazing and brilliant.

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I just really couldn't sleep after you left. I couldn't seem to turn my brain off, so it was dance myself until I dropped or take a pill to sleep, and I hate pills.
:iconfadedconformity:
~fadedconformity Jun 19, 2005, 8:14:40 PM
your pictures...collages..whatever i call them. are very inspiring. you make..like, whatever the hell you feel like making. it seems. and i like it a lot. i love following your work-even thought i rarely leave comments.

i'm just lazy. but muchos props. to your hard work.

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Amor Vincit Omnia
:iconwise1sush:
~wise1sush Jun 19, 2005, 8:15:05 PM
such strong imagery and profound words...

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:star:Queen of Cotton Candy personality:star:
:iconthingummygirl:
~thingummygirl Jun 19, 2005, 9:38:29 PM
I love the story that goes with it and I studied depersonalization disorder in a psych class once and found it very intriguing so that makes me like this even more. I guess we all feel like strangers every once in awhile. My favourite line is the last line. :heart: very nice photograph too. The backdrop reminds me of 'Eternal Sunshine' in an erasing-memory sort of way :p

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-It's easier to leave than to be left behind.
:iconwakingdreamer:
~wakingdreamer Jun 19, 2005, 9:53:04 PM
This is wonderful... It's powerful, thought-provoking, and haunting. It gave me the shivers, looking at this piece... reading what you wrote...

:+fav:

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"save defects for later... we're angels for now."
:iconshelly:
~shelly Jun 19, 2005, 9:55:16 PM
very well done. :nod:

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:meditation: :blackrose: truth always captures the liars :blackrose: :meditation:
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:iconarwenpandora:
=arwenpandora Jun 19, 2005, 10:11:06 PM
:nod: I like it .... :)

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from boondock saints:
Rocco: Fuckin'- What the fuckin'. Fuck. Who the fuck fucked this fucking... How did you two fucking fucks...
[shouts]
Rocco: Fuck!
Connor: Well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
:icondetoxicity:
~detoxicity Jun 19, 2005, 11:34:47 PM
Wow. I've never related to anything as much as I do to that text.
this picture is absolutely beautiful. <3
:iconplastic-dolly:
~plastic-dolly Jun 20, 2005, 12:17:44 AM
you are not alone
:>
i love it more than i can say, and my english sux so i'll pass..=\
:heart:
:iconnatashalyonne:
~natashalyonne Jun 20, 2005, 12:31:35 AM
normally i skip long artists comments but i read this one and your words are put so well. the photograph of you sticked on top of the landscape fits to reflect the displacement of dimensions you described. in my eyes.
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