The Noxious Orchard Of Vice

The Mirror's Whisper is the voice behind the creation.
This is what The Noxious Orchard of Vice has to say:

Once someone told me the definition of Hell: On your last day on Earth, the person you could have been will meet the person you ended up being.

And day by day, you water your Orchard.

With every Habit, Every Vice.

So now, close your eyes and with presence ask, what things am I doing in my daily life that I KNOW will ruin it in the long run? The answer is instantaneous. There it is. You always knew. Maybe it's what you eat. Maybe it's the hours on your phone before sleeping. Maybe it's attitudes. Maybe it's people who surround you. But you asked, and consciously you know! You already know what is keeping you from reaching greater happiness and experience!

But do you change?

No.

You keep watering Your Noxious Orchard of Vice. And you continue. And continue. And the days pass. The months pass. And suddenly it's 2023.

What happened? With the gym? With the Language? With that course? How much did you water the Tree of Habit? It grew a lot. The rope is tightening. This time you realize. You have to stop watering it. You know it's ruining you, but still, you keep succumbing to it.

But do you change? Do you stop watering it? No.

And years go by. Each day taller, more rooted, your Noxious Orchard of Vice. And the rope already cuts off your air. And as time is, the years go. You are 80 and all this time you watered it. You are dissatisfied, you grumble at life. And how can you not grumble if there’s a rope cutting your air?

It’s your last day and you are already hanging by the neck.

You see someone approaching. Wow, how much they look like you. But no. They smile, stand taller, walk with an air of love.

Who knows what that person achieved to walk like that?

You envy them. You hate them.

They look you in the eye and you understand. That person you could have been. But you decided to water Your Toxic Habit.

And with a tear of regret,

you leave this world.

Or, if you have some wisdom, you stop watering Your Noxious Orchard, thank the great Viulet, and by simply ceasing to succumb to those habits you know only kill you and bring nothing but unhappiness and brief disconnection and oblivion, you start to notice how your life improves.

And Your Noxious Orchard of Vice.

dies in the drought.

BV

The Noxious Orchard of Vice is not a piece that will merely decorate your space. It is not art for your walls— it is a Mirror for your becoming. A reflection crafted to confront, to awaken, to remember. Each time you pass it, a question remains: “What am I still watering?” This Mirror is a visual and philosophical artifact, created not in mass, but in meaning. It exists in limited edition, numbered and signed, for what is meant to transform cannot be duplicated. What you receive is yours— and only yours. Included: + Acrylic Mirror Artwork Printed in high-grade, top-quality acrylic—designed for striking depth and unfiltered clarity. + 20 x 20 inches (50 x 50 cm) A square of perfect symmetry for the tension within. + Premium, high-gloss finish To reveal what is hidden, not to flatter what is seen. + UV-protected So the light it holds will not fade—nor the truth it carries. + Ready-to-hang mount Even the “Untethered” option arrives complete—no framing required, no delay between you and the mirror. + Signed Manuscript This is not packaging. It is the certificate of authenticity— and the Whisper behind the work. + Printed Excerpt An archival print of the original Noxious Orchard text— a relic, a reminder, a spark. + Access Key to Sanctuary A private portal for those who dare to remember. This key unlocks entry into a hidden space. + Ritual of Activation Cards Guided instructions to awaken your Mirror with intention— to not just hang it, but meet it. + Hand-numbered & signed by Benjamin Viulet Because the artist’s hand must meet the piece it dares to create. The Noxious Orchard of Vice is a Limited Edition Creation of 500. Each Mirror is crafted to order, with care, intention, and unhurried precision. Please allow 2–4 weeks for the quiet act of its creation. For what is made to endure must first be made with presence. Shipping timelines may vary. Each parcel is tracked and protected— so that from our hands to yours, your Mirror may arrive intact, ready to meet you where you are. Due to the sacred nature of this limited offering, all sales are final. Not out of policy— but out of respect. For rarity. For ritual. For what it means to receive something that was made for you.

I was an addict for years. Tried quitting more times than I can count. Rehab, books, prayers... it always came back. But then this piece, or “Mirror”, found me. And from that day on, every time the urge came, I would just go back and see the image again. I’d remember the rope. The tree. The truth. And I’d choose differently. It’s been seven months now. I’m clean. This artwork is more than a picture, it’s the first time I saw who I could be. Thank you. You helped save my life. — JAMES As a mother, I gave everything I had except to myself. I’ve spent years pretending I was okay. Smiling, holding it together, numbing the ache when no one was looking. Always saying “after the kids grow up,” “when things settle down,” but deep down I knew… I was vanishing. And then I found this artwork. The Noxious Orchard of Vice. I don’t know how to explain it, but when I read the manuscript, I broke. For the first time in forever, I cried for me. I tattooed the Artwork because I needed to remember. Every day. Not to be perfect. But to stop watering the parts of me that were already dead. To come back to the woman I buried under responsibility and silence. This artwork didn’t save me. It reminded me that I could save myself. — CLARA I’ve never bought art before. Honestly, I never cared for it. Didn’t understand it, never thought it was for people like me. But when I saw The Noxious Orchard of Vice, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It hit me hard, like someone painted something I didn’t even know I was feeling. It was like… a punch in the chest. But in a good way. Like finally being honest with yourself after years of lying. I’ve been seeing things different. Not just the piece, myself. I don’t really have the right words, but something in me shifted. It’s not just art. It’s truth. Or maybe that is what art should always be? I don't know, but thank you truly. — PEDRO I spent years slowly destroying myself and calling it living. But the first time I saw this piece, something inside me broke… and then began to breathe. It wasn’t just a picture. It was a mirror. Of every quiet lie I told myself. Of every day I chose comfort over courage. I tattooed it on my arm. So I could never look away again. Now, every morning, I see it. And it sees me. This isn’t just art. It’s the moment I chose to stop watering the wrong things. It’s a vow. I can be better. I am better. Thank you. — JOAQUIN