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I feel a sense of familiarity at viewing this piece. Initial reaction is that this is a perfect face for Frank from Hellbound Heart, but there's more emotion, more sentiment, more of an emotional capacity than either Frank or his brother seemed to possess. One a cold animal, the other an emotional cripple beneath a practical façade. Something in the face here pulls me in. The colors bring to the surface a glimpse of whatever chaotic undertow is responsible for the initial melancholy I sensed first. They also call to mind some of the chaotic afterglow life can stamps us with but their orientation seriously reminds me of the fantasy-like world that initiates Mister B. Gone. The more i look at this photo the more uncertain I feel about its impression on me. Perhaps that signals a fluid effect, as if it feels like its story is changing as time passes. Interesting work. I would love to pose in one of these shoots, they just feel so like they tell a story the world is incomplete without. Rather like a more meaningful version of working with Herb Ritts. There's definitely a vibe that follows what I feel when composing my own music… at times so completely reminiscent of my dreams it feels impossible to capture fully what I'm going for in the first place. It's a good challenge to try to fabricate such an essence and it feels like that's what you've done here. I'd definitely imagine dreams play a role in your creative processes.