I Clipped my Own Wings and fell through the Earth
I Clipped my Own Wings and fell through the Earth
I Clipped my Own Wings and fell through the Earth
I Clipped my Own Wings and fell through the Earth
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I Clipped my Own Wings and fell through the Earth

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Oil on Canvas - 76cm x 76cm x 4cm
A visual interpretation of the poem bearing the same name by Dexuality Valentino. This poem is also a song by the duo DVEC, from the album Everybody’s Talking, Nobody’s Listening, released in July 2019. The poem explores the inevitability of mortality and thus questions the existence of humanity.

We all suffer, and we will have battles to face in life. None of us are innocent and none of us are pure evil. We are shaped and sculpted by the world we inhabit.

With the rapid brushstrokes and bold palette, this painting attempts to capture the intricate relationship between volatility and human nature, as described in the poem below.

I clipped my own wings and fell through the earth 

Standing still, the butterflies have flown 
Feeling nothing no more,   

I’m undoing my dreams 
Frittering away the tatters of life 
I’m a shaking quaking half dead corpse 
My thoughts once thrusting for the breeze 
Lie shattered and crushed upon the tiles 
I clipped my own wings and fell through the earth 
Nothing to catch me,

and no-one to save me 
I was the lost before I began  
I have less than when I arrived 
My wings are as dust at my feet 
and my face is covered with shame 
my body is battered, bruised and torn 
I’m the last, unprepared repentant fool 

Rooted to this mortal coil . . 
Fixed upon the ground . . . 
Just like you.