Disclaimer: I am not posting tasty pictures to talk about it this blog but rather to compliment my mood swings. But for this particular painting, I take it, by Sandor Badacsonyi reminds me so much of yours truly. Allow me to talk about it, please.
The man with violin is always the demon in disguise. Either he is the sensual lover or the demon himself. Beside him reflects who he really is. At close inspection the man is decorated with perhaps a form of achievement and his devil reflection surprisingly wears a cross pendant. What could it possibly mean? A once Jesus faithful turned evil by none other than the original sin beside them-a naked woman? Now, you might be pondering on why I called women the original sin...don't ask. I am just way over my head and I must admit to my derision. Forgive me ladies. I am talking in reference of history and here say so.
If you ask me, I do believe in malevolent spirits and other worldly or should I say, under worldly entities. Demons, black spirits and other creatures from the pits of hell but the true demon for me is no other than ourselves. The voice that lies in our inner minds that puts us down. The same voice that keeps us from moving and reaching our goals. I am in a constant battle with my demon. He may not look hideous as this mans reflection, in fact, may I blow my horn, he is but as handsome as I am, only that he thwarts every move I make. Like, check-mate, time out, and knock out. Realizing I am unfair to myself and others that I might affect or influence with my exemplary displayed.
So on Monday we all shall see.
The man with violin is always the demon in disguise. Either he is the sensual lover or the demon himself. Beside him reflects who he really is. At close inspection the man is decorated with perhaps a form of achievement and his devil reflection surprisingly wears a cross pendant. What could it possibly mean? A once Jesus faithful turned evil by none other than the original sin beside them-a naked woman? Now, you might be pondering on why I called women the original sin...don't ask. I am just way over my head and I must admit to my derision. Forgive me ladies. I am talking in reference of history and here say so.
If you ask me, I do believe in malevolent spirits and other worldly or should I say, under worldly entities. Demons, black spirits and other creatures from the pits of hell but the true demon for me is no other than ourselves. The voice that lies in our inner minds that puts us down. The same voice that keeps us from moving and reaching our goals. I am in a constant battle with my demon. He may not look hideous as this mans reflection, in fact, may I blow my horn, he is but as handsome as I am, only that he thwarts every move I make. Like, check-mate, time out, and knock out. Realizing I am unfair to myself and others that I might affect or influence with my exemplary displayed.
So on Monday we all shall see.
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