Showing posts with label Digital Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Digital Art. Show all posts

Thursday, June 15, 2017

An Ode to Europa

File Picture : Landing on Europa (circa 2108)

Slowly their dreams stopped and their prayers dried,
And one day, long after the songs had died,
They met others like them, from far off distant lands.
And in their communion, they found meaning again.
And together, they set out to build a new world.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Tannhäuser Gate


"I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.
I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.
All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."
-Roy Batty, Blade Runner (1982)

Sunday, May 21, 2017

The Mountains Calling


" And even when the external world has granted all it can, there still remain the searchings of the mind and the longings of the heart.” _ Arthur C. Clarke

Reading Childhood's End and listening to Johann Johannsson's ethereal music for Arrival has me reminiscing those trips to the mountains for some reason. Those grand stone edifices hold some sort of truth in them. Something to say about time and its passing. Something primal, something mythical and something probably beyond the understanding of a single life time.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Outsiders


The word 'outsider' has a certain turgid charm to it. The man who came in from the cold, a force of nature, who became an agent of change. We love to romanticise the alien. Cos  its a respite for our mundane media fatigued brain.

True isolation is when you become an outsider to your self. When your mind simply can't understand itself and begins to distend and distort. Eventually it fractions itself and the part carrying you keeps itself away from the part that's truly you.

I guess all the art in the world is created as an attempt to bridge those fractions of ourselves. Strangely enough though, through someone else's music every once in a while you catch a glimpse of yourself. One outsider helping another.  

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Recollection



Isn't it strange when you meet someone after a really long time you are surprised by how they appear. Not just how they 'look' but also who they have become as a person. A sea of change has come to pass since your last impression of them. It takes time yet slowly but surely this new image of that person comes to rest itself upon your mind and you forget the old one. Like an OS updating itself in your memory.

And then as time goes by, one fine afternoon, under totally unrelated circumstances, you catch yourself thinking of that person. And by virtue of some glitch in your mind's recollection mechanism you remember him/her as they were all those years ago. And with such vigour that too. You hear their old voice, peculiar speech inflection, their old character tics, the way they used to hold themselves and even the way they used to smell. All those things which you thought time would never change but did in some way.And for a moment you relive that. 

And then just like that it fades away. 

Thursday, September 22, 2016

The Dark Knight


18-09-2016

Yday was International Batman Day. Away from all the comic book frenzy, here in a hospital, my friend's dad undergoes chemotherapy. My friend does her best to deal with everything that comes with it. Another friend of mine lost his dad and his pet dog recently. His battles oscillate between depression and alcoholism everyday. Then there are those, whose stories I do not know. Friends from broken homes, with broken hearts, bartering their soul everyday for anything to feel alive again. Yday was International Batman Day. And this I dedicate to my brave friends.To the Dark Knight in them. To that silent resilient spirit who guards the dark street corners of the Gotham cities within all of us.

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Vengeance


Today the psychologist told me that I have dysthymia. A mild form of depression. 

Even if you sorta-kinda know you might have the thing, it's still a strange feeling when your doc actually diagnoses you of depression. But then it's also a relief. Now you know what you gotta deal with and go about your life. You aren't damaged. You've just made a risk assessment and are now improving your system's mainframe.

You gotta know your demons before you battle them.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

The City and Us





Sometimes we leave so many finger prints on a city that it simply becomes a part of who we are.

Saturday, July 2, 2016

Shared Skies


At the world's end,
When our shared skies meet,
I'll embrace you with the infinite,
And all of time, will be ours.

Sunday, May 22, 2016

Pyre


In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.
-Martin Luther King Jr.

Sunday, April 24, 2016

Kudoclasm





"The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake."

 - G.R.R.Martin
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Kudoclasm: When Lifelong Dreams Are Brought Down to Earth

Saturday, April 23, 2016

Adronitis


There exists, for everyone, a sentence - a series of words - that has the power to destroy you. Another sentence exists, another series of words, that could heal you. If you're lucky you will get the second, but you can be certain of getting the first.”
― Philip K. Dick

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Adronitis: n. frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone,wishing instead that you could start twith sharing your deepest secrets first and then work your way out over time to the casual banter.

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Keta



“People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.”
― Neil Gaiman


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Keta: An image that inexplicably leaps back into your mind from the distant past

Saturday, April 9, 2016

Klexos


“Maybe we should think of memory itself as a work of art—and a work of art is never finished, only abandoned.”

- The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

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Klexos: The Art of Dwelling on the Past

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Ambedo


Time is a companion that goes with us on a journey. It reminds us to cherish each moment, because it will never come again. What we leave behind is not as important as how we have lived." 
- Jean Luc Picard

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Ambedo: A Moment You Experience For Its Own Sake. A kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Kairosclerosis


“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”
― Neil Gaiman

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kairosclerosis. n . the moment you realize that you're currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it's little more than an aftertaste.