NIHIL Reflections on Transcendence

 

 

 

 

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NIHIL is an artist originally from France and now based in Norway. With a book out, many exhibitions and art publications, he is an acclaimed international artist.

His creations are beyond reality, they reflect on that intangible world stimulating the imagination and connecting the viewer to them on a subtle energy level.  Nihils art is deeply mystical, something between a horror story and religious imagery,  portraying new to us superhuman states such as samadhi (the deeper state of consciousness)  and yet they are very real reflecting such human emotions as pain, melancholy and longing.

Inspired by indian and nordic sacred texts, medieval religious art, psychedelic trips and life experiences in hospitals, his work reflects on transcendence, identity and individuality. His images are portraits of modern saints and martyrs losing their humanity to drown in divine serenity. They use the codes of religious art to illustrate the sanctification process through and beyond suffering and sickness.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

left Secrets and Sins      right Samadhi

 

 

 

We are fragmentary aspects of the original identity, scattered in the dream ripples, the great, undifferentiated collective subconsciousness of the Womb. Reality as we perceive it, as the hypostasis of the one dream, is getting more and more complex under the influence of our multiple dream……

from [Metastatic Awareness]  

 

 

 

left Spellbinder      right Saint Cyanide

 

 

 

My son, men kill each other, and they will need you to protect them. Civilization as we know it is on the verge of destruction. The Blank Day is nigh. Soon, nothing will be left alive on the Surface, and it is under the earth that mankind will strive…..

from [Sleepless Tale]  

 

 

 

 

left The Cross      right  Saint Rad

 

 

 

On the bleak waste land, throngs of blind disciples stood still amidst the ashen clouds and turned to the Firstborn, forsaking their endless wandering. Threads of steel extended from his hands to dig deep in their faces, their necks, their shoulders. His words ran through these wires, and the vibrations bored deep in their flesh like needles, reshaping them, creating new organs, rearranging their articulations, obstructing their veins or creating new arteries……

from [Fragment004]  

 

 

 

 

left  L’Enfant   right  Sister of the Birds

 

 

 

When men awoke the Firstborn, his dreams perpetuated instead of dissipating. Everywhere he looked, the scenes from his dream contaminated reality, reshaping it according to his vision. For forty days and forty nights, the eyes of the Firstborn remained open. The skies were swarming with myriads of metal insects spreading the echoes of his dream. Slowly but surely, the dream epidemic was infecting the world around the Firstborn, altering its structure. The fabric of reality, twisted by the unique vision heralded by his locusts of steel, was woven into new forms…….

from [Oneiros]  

 

 

 

left Le Jour Blanc      right Ascend

 

 

 

 

… the grace of a dreamless sleep…
… the silence and peace of the abyss…
… the emptiness and the oblivion…
(white noise)

Fragment from [Escape]  

 

 

Night

 

 

 

 

 

 

www.nihil.fr/

www.instagram.com/nihilfr/

 

 

 

autoportrait and digital work bby H.des Esseintes

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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