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Diminished Concept:

It is a fiction that through surrealism observes and analyzes the communication and interaction between the conscious and subconscious of an individual with the world (its perception of the world or environment).

The communication in this case is transmitted in a spoken, written and / or thought by the subject. While the receiver will be its environment, without the latter being another subject (person) necessarily. It communicates direction, desire and motive, branching into its surroundings. While said environment feeds the senses of the subject in cyclic terms trying to give an answer. Thus generating solutions, answers and new questions to the present conscious, giving way to new directions and practices that will evolve the subconscious of the subject in the long term.

This individual searches, questions and identifies in time the cyclical patterns that appear in front of it (personalities, events, emotions, texts, visions, triumphs and frustrations). Patterns generated by the culminating moments of its gait, which are lost, stagnate, are recorded or knotted in memory, becoming a portion of the ingredients that illuminate the opening and closing of its eyes.

This analysis is the mold of the positive / negative state of the individual, each having their origins and cyclic effects separately in their present state.

In Diminished I express this concept in an urban, mundane and everyday context. Exercises or simple practices that cultivate the skill, the expert with consequences such as happiness and satisfaction, in parallel, mistakes resulting in frustrations or unhappiness.

"Diminished" is the state that alludes to the mind in frustration or dullness of the individual who has hurt its hand under the constant execution or practice of a string instrument chord, this event being one of the seeds for a better strategy or more correct execution of the chord. And at the same time the limitation of the moment and end of a cycle in its learning.

Lyrics:

DIMINISHED

Hurting my hands strumming the chord
My veins extend to everything I touch
Sensible to the air you hold
Now silence's worth more than the warming Sun

Tell me if you feel the same as me
Can you describe it in a beat
Stains cycling around the world we meet
Greeting the shadows you can't see

Is it something that we can't live with
Or is it something that we cannot hear
Are you holding the key to the path you seek
Or you're not even there when that's all you need

Right behind the wall, right behind the sun 
Right behind the bullet in the barrel of your gun
Energy is coming to tensions in the actions 
Adding some spiciness to tenderness in all attractions

Do you remember a voice
Might be just your only son
Or it might just be the fact that you can't voice your only song
Heaven's in resistance
And love did take a distance
Make sure you get the messages coming out the system 

No effort at all 
No need to walk
only time can decide when it's time for the outer side
To get the right words, create the right form
Balance the hormones, getting the boredom 
Come on, hold on if you can't stay all alone in the world
And that's all, true or not
Will you be depicting what's on your mind
When tremor's playing in your life
Then take your time to tune the string
And stare with new eyes

Glasses break around in random order
Killing everything inside and now is all dead
Watch your foundation when you throw it all in
Light and dark has always been part of the same thing

But temperature is now cooling down
Your thoughts fell down into place somehow
That diminished mind with the broken sound
Has printed proud what it wrote on the ground

We're wandering lost around our own
What's coming next seems to always be the north
Meant to hold questions 'bout our world
Pain is always found when we search for love
When we search for love
When we search for love.

Lyrics&Music, Produced, Recorded, Mixed, Mastered&Performed by Fabe Zet
Concept&Album cover by Fabe Zet

Diminished

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