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...pardees "hiding from the normals"? Alex pardee is a huge influence on me. he is by far my favorite artist. he has a new art show coming soon themed "hiding fron the normals."
the story behind this art show is phenominal. im very interested in the topic and i would love to read a full length book with a theme like it.
heres the intro to the theme: "Throughout our history, every generation contains a large handful of
children born, well...different. Over the years, these children have
been plastered with inhumane labels by the "normal" citizens: Rejects.
The Unwanted. Monsters. Freaks. Untrainable. Ghastly, and Ghoulish, to
name a few. And in every generation, these children attempt to thrive,
grow, and co-exist amongst the Normals. However, they're always met
with such distaste, that many of these "Rejects" all appear to
disappear by the time they're 10 years old. "Most likely", said Jon
Higgus, an old carpenter back in the 1950's, "they die from a broken
spirit. And good riddance, too."
Though the Rejects are chemically no different from the Normals, no
one questions where they go. No one misses their company. No one even
notices that they have vanished.
Well, they don't exactly die...or even vanish, for that matter.
They simply move out of the light. And out of the cruelty.
In every city, big or small, 100 yards beneath the cemetery, lies a
small metropolis, shut off to the world of normality. A city that
parallels the world above in many aspects. There are families. There
are occupations. There is passion. There are quarrels. There are pets.
There is creativity. There is love. And there is jealousy. But the one
thing that doesn't exist in these underground worlds is judgement of
appearance. For all of these "monsters" had found refuge in these
secret worlds for the very same reason as one another. Their misshapen
heads, abnormally hairy bodies, large eyes, snout-like noses, extra
limbs, enormous skeletons, bad skin, and crippled joints were too much
for a vain, appearance-obsessed world to handle with anything other
than disgust. Sad, alone, and weak, the Rejects retreat to these oases
to find friendship and purpose, un-judged by vanity. Here in these
metropolises, they thrive, creating worlds and cities so beautiful
that most Normals would weep at the sight of them. But not one Normal
has ever seen one of these places. Most don't even know they exist.
Throughout the year, the Rejects live their own form of "normal"
lives, night by night. But for one day a year, on October 31st, when
the rest of the Normal world above is celebrating their arrogance by
PRETENDING to dress up as something ugly, the Rejects ascend upon the
world of the Normals, unnoticed by most, and come out to play,
celebrating in their own ways....
Some rejoice.
Some observe.
Some dance.
Some laugh.
Some sing.
But some Rejects take out a little...frustration.
This Halloween, you may want to take a second look at the "costumed"
person sitting next to you holding a knife and a pint of ale....
Happy Halloween.
Rejects, Rejoice."
i would just like to know if theres a book out there with a theme like this. or would it be wrong to write my own?
the story behind this art show is phenominal. im very interested in the topic and i would love to read a full length book with a theme like it.
heres the intro to the theme: "Throughout our history, every generation contains a large handful of
children born, well...different. Over the years, these children have
been plastered with inhumane labels by the "normal" citizens: Rejects.
The Unwanted. Monsters. Freaks. Untrainable. Ghastly, and Ghoulish, to
name a few. And in every generation, these children attempt to thrive,
grow, and co-exist amongst the Normals. However, they're always met
with such distaste, that many of these "Rejects" all appear to
disappear by the time they're 10 years old. "Most likely", said Jon
Higgus, an old carpenter back in the 1950's, "they die from a broken
spirit. And good riddance, too."
Though the Rejects are chemically no different from the Normals, no
one questions where they go. No one misses their company. No one even
notices that they have vanished.
Well, they don't exactly die...or even vanish, for that matter.
They simply move out of the light. And out of the cruelty.
In every city, big or small, 100 yards beneath the cemetery, lies a
small metropolis, shut off to the world of normality. A city that
parallels the world above in many aspects. There are families. There
are occupations. There is passion. There are quarrels. There are pets.
There is creativity. There is love. And there is jealousy. But the one
thing that doesn't exist in these underground worlds is judgement of
appearance. For all of these "monsters" had found refuge in these
secret worlds for the very same reason as one another. Their misshapen
heads, abnormally hairy bodies, large eyes, snout-like noses, extra
limbs, enormous skeletons, bad skin, and crippled joints were too much
for a vain, appearance-obsessed world to handle with anything other
than disgust. Sad, alone, and weak, the Rejects retreat to these oases
to find friendship and purpose, un-judged by vanity. Here in these
metropolises, they thrive, creating worlds and cities so beautiful
that most Normals would weep at the sight of them. But not one Normal
has ever seen one of these places. Most don't even know they exist.
Throughout the year, the Rejects live their own form of "normal"
lives, night by night. But for one day a year, on October 31st, when
the rest of the Normal world above is celebrating their arrogance by
PRETENDING to dress up as something ugly, the Rejects ascend upon the
world of the Normals, unnoticed by most, and come out to play,
celebrating in their own ways....
Some rejoice.
Some observe.
Some dance.
Some laugh.
Some sing.
But some Rejects take out a little...frustration.
This Halloween, you may want to take a second look at the "costumed"
person sitting next to you holding a knife and a pint of ale....
Happy Halloween.
Rejects, Rejoice."
i would just like to know if theres a book out there with a theme like this. or would it be wrong to write my own?