Unlike the creation and upkeep of neat as pin and ritzy artistic evidences of our culture, their visually gloomy and rinky-dink opposites are allegedly more toilsome relics to conceive and produce. We are all naturally inclined to pursue perfection, whereat clean images are the first thing to come to mind... Why would someone muddle despair and loneliness into artworks, moreover, raise the bar and render distressing figments of their imagination in an eye-catching (alternatively, mind-arresting) way? After all, the message imparted darkly is still a message.
Among all
science fiction stories I have devoured a lot in my school years,
Usher II chapter of Martian chronicles always held a special place in
my memory. I remember perusing and re-reading uncountable times
original Edgar Poe citations for the rough house (like on the picture
above) and its murky surroundings, proprietor's praise and
contractor's depiction of the machines, sneaked around and affecting
the place, otherwise, sunny and mild. The idea of going to the bother
of artificially vitiating the locality, and admirably too, gets a
hold of me ever since. Furthermore so, if it conceals some purpose.
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