Underside, picture 1. Horned Trunk-Octopus

The Underside of the World.
Picture No. 1: Horned octopus trunk.
1 photo is the painting itself. The technique of oil painting (digital).
2 and 3 photos are a process. This time I wanted to write the "main object" before the environment. I usually paint the whole picture at once (the objects in the environment).
The following text is also published in an article on Дзен (на русском): https://dzen.ru/a/aGZZYQmP-mtsQuna
With this painting, I open an extensive series of works dedicated to the Inside Out. This series is called "Inside Out". What is it all about? I'll tell you now.

Imagine the following situation: let's say that you fell asleep soundly, and a moment later you suddenly open your eyes, but you don't know if it's a dream or if you really woke up; you look around slowly, confused, and it seems like the same room in front of your eyes, familiar, but something is wrong. Something is not as usual: the colors around are somehow different - the same, but as if clearer, like the light; but there is a strange haze, moreover, like a barely visible fog that cannot be seen at once, as if it does not exist, and it exists at the same time; the light seemed to be sparse, like the air in the mountains, clear, and at the same time it was stuffy and sharp; and on the walls of the room, so familiar to the eye, your ordinary bedroom, the wallpaper cracked, as if from time to time, peeled off in some places, the plaster from the ceiling crumbled here and there, peeled off pieces, leaving the ceiling is bare, peeking through sharp-angled gaps; it's dusty around, dirty, bricks are broken off in the corners and other debris lies; the room, familiar to the eye, looks abandoned, uninhabited for a long time, therefore dilapidated by the years that have passed without a tenant, although these years have not passed in earnest. Yes, apart from the dusty ruin, you suddenly observe that mold grows on the ceiling and walls, sudden, black, gray, not very colorful - yes, this is not the mold that a person is used to in the physical world, but another, as if alive, breathing; some vines stretch to the corners, tentacles from the ceiling they hang down, growths, as if tumors are sick, contagious, located on the windowsill and other corners; yes, eyes suddenly look back at you, numerous, sometimes alone, sometimes scattered, in groups, they are focused on the walls, sticking out of the mortar, peeking out from behind the wallpaper - as if the walls really have eyes, as the phrase goes, which is common, at a subtle level of being, bearing a literal meaning.
Afraid to look out the window for now (because there are surprises lurking outside), you go cautiously into another room, and as soon as you enter, you stop abruptly, immediately, because a pang of unpleasant fear tightened your gut: for there, in the ceiling, hanging from it by itself, someone who looks like an octopus has settled, but it's horned, and it looks at you intently, squinting its eyes and flicking its tentacles in the air, sometimes shaking its trunk, which descends from its face. Is this octopus trunk intelligent? Does he think while looking at you so intently? Not to understand it, not to experience it, because he is silent, like others like him, he will not utter a word. Is it dangerous? Undoubtedly. Otherwise, it would not have spread its tentacles in mute readiness, emitting a muffled rumble, while a scattering of painful eyes stare at you from the walls, horns, appendages stick out in the corners of the mouth, making their way through the torn wallpaper - numerous Phenomena inhabiting the Inside of the world.
Underside - as "other side", "bottom", "reverse side", "wrong side", Inside Out; Shadow (From the Shadow), Twilight, Gloom) is that subtle level of Being that is located On the Other Side of the physical world, as if from the reverse side, from the wrong side.: it's like turning a sweater, smooth and folding on the outside, inside out: the opposite side is exposed, hidden from view, but therefore not ceasing to exist, and untidy, moreover, not so beautiful, but like a foundation bearing the front side, hiding all the unsightly knots of threads and seams, jumpers, without which Nevertheless, it would not be possible to have a whole product. The underside is a subtle level of Being at which world processes take on a visible form. A level at which both Existential symbolism and a multitude of egregors are personally manifested. Similarly, our Palaces (the residence buildings of archdemons) are located from the Inside behind any of the human buildings (for example, my Palace, the Khalif-el-Qahir, stands from the inside behind the mosque of Muhammad Ali in Al-Qahira; Belphegor's Palace, the Moulin Noir, the Fornication, stands from the Inside behind the Palais de Justice in Paris; one of Mammon's Palaces, the Purgatorium ("Castle of the Holy Demon"), stands from the Inside behind the Castle of the Holy Angel in Rome...).
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