January 2024

/standing tall January 16, 2024 We are capable of many things in all directions, of great virtues and great sins. And we are great at withstanding—the allure of the black water that germinates evil, the pressure that turns the coal-like human soul into a diamond, and everything in between. The human spirit is a powerhouse that keeps on going. We are simple creatures yet an enigma constantly oscillating between the philosophical poles of ‘nothing exists but atom and void’ and […]

/the yellow mist January 15, 2024 The molten-gold sheets of the summer light fall on the seaside huts and seem to drown in the ocean floor. The straining soft light of the waning sun creates a dome of soft glow above the horizon. Is this what the light at the doors of heaven would be? The town is covered in a yellow mist, which strokes the rooftops as if they are pets and fills up the streets like a bath. […]

/and again January 14, 2024 //and again The three chief media I use to materialize my art are frames, films, and fiction. Whatever experience I am grateful to have, whatever sight I am blessed to observe, whatever peculiarities I am lucky to observe, I always try to represent through these art forms and not only that but also sew a thread across media. For example, The frames I make pave the way for the film I’d create and both of […]

/windmills of Zaanse Schans January 13, 2024 In the realm where history breathes, the windmills of Zaanse Schans stand as sentinels, their timeworn blades whispering tales of an age gone by. They aren’t simply majestic structures standing tall against the Dutch sky but unravel the essence of time itself. They evoke a sense of enchantment. In their stoic presence, one can almost hear the creaking of the wooden gears, transporting the observer to a realm where every blade tells a […]

/you should just go January 13, 2024 if you are drowning in air,you should just go if the city holds your heart, with walls of glass and steel,you should just go if life is running away from you, you should just go if the music it plays is a note of unchanging sorrow, you should just go if you are caught yet again in the cobwebs of anxiety that you are all too capable of weaving, you should just go […]

//smells like a slow afternoon January 13, 2024 Don’t you have days when you watch the long slow waves caress the corners of the ocean, and wait and wait for the nothing that you know is about to happen? As the time comes for it not to happen, it duly doesn’t happen, and so the afternoon wears itself away and the sun drops beneath the long line of the horizon, and the day is gone. And don’t get me wrong, […]

/green, yellow, orange, pink, white, and everything nice January 10, 2024 How can a scene be colorless yet full of color and life? Maybe it is the spinning of the earth, the changing of seasons, or the dumb luck of an artist that makes us witness the dichotomous harmony of nature. The sun didn’t come out. It just had one of those days when all you want to do is lie under the sheets and stare into the nothingness of […]

//the growl of the gods January 9, 2024 A swirl of wind, a robe of shadow. It is the onset of autumn. Or is it the winter? Given the impact of global warming on the current seasons, can one be sure anymore? The greens are turning into yellow. A lesion of black light is churning in the sky. It bulges and swells, like a cauldron of doomsdayblack. Etretat’s white chalk cliffs and arches have been purged of its pristine-white majesty. […]

/granite January 8, 2024 We usually observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me, it’s quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses, especially the shades of grey experimenting with different proportions of black and white. I make it a point to notice them. The skies, as grey […]

/and time stood still January 7, 2024 I think of my life as a kind of music, not always good music but still having form and melody. And my life had not been a full orchestra for a long time. A single note only—and that note unchanging nothingness. I channeled the energy of “Into the Wild” and backpacked across Western Europe. A journey that broke the barriers of genres and helped me compose a new symphony. This series is my […]