For me at least, the story becomes about finding hope and striving for healing instead of giving into the rot of seeing only the warped and horrific in people. And what Deliah realizes, and what she ends up offering, is a way forward and through his pain in order to create something that can be beautiful and uplifting. He gets lost in his own hurts, and ends up amplifying those around him, creating a sort of loop, a vortex that threatens to summon a terrifying force. Crispin seems to be a vessel because he is alone, because he refuses connections and empathy. It’s not even really about not looking at the ugliness and horror that surrounds us, that could at any moment consume us. At least, I don’t see the story saying that all Crispin has to do is look at the world different, or think himself happy somehow. It’s an incredibly pessimistic view of the world but it’s also not one that can be fully dispelled just by blinking and rubbing your eyes. Monsters, for lack of a better word, living in the heart of each person, waiting to be let through, to be let out. Crispin, wounded and introspective, deals with cruelty in the wake of great loss and in some ways sees through the world into a world beneath, full of malevolent forces that are hungry to destroy. For me, the story begins to be about how grief and pain can shape how a person sees and interacts with the world. The story deals with art in some interesting ways, and plays with some Lovecraftian aesthetics and conception of horror.
It’s something that sets off some alarm bells but it’s also intriguing for Deliah, who agrees and in so doing steps through a doorway of sorts into the clouded halls of Crispin’s imagination.
It’s how she meets Crispin, a very intense and intensely brooding young man who wants to paint her but who has a few strange requests, one of them being that she cannot see the work in progress. The piece centers Deliah, an actress/writer who’s hoping to hit it big but in the mean time needs to pay rent, and has been expanding her client base for being an artist’s model. This is a strange and twisted story that invites the reader to look at the world beneath the world, the monsters waiting to be given form and flesh, to be ushered into the waking reality by our imagination, vision, pain, and obsession.
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