O pensamento é a força criadora.
O amanha é ilusório, porque ainda não existe..
O hoje é real!
É a realidade que você pode interferir...
As oportunidades de mudança estão no presente.
Não espere o futuro mudar sua vida,
Porque o futuro será a conseqüência do presente!
Parasita hoje, um coitado amanha..
Corrida hoje, vitória amanha!!!
Nunca esqueça disso!!! 🎧 ||A vida é desafio - RACIONAIS MC's|| #chinalemosbjj#sorolemosbjj#lemosbrotherbjj#learningtosee#avidaédesafio
Holy River! 🌉
A crude installation made from found objects after a walk along the banks of the Yamuna river, in Delhi, India.
The base materials used are 2 A4 size white cartridge paper from a sketchbook I was carrying on this 'Learning to See' exercise. The idea was to capture the relationship between the river & the city.
While walking in the mush under the Yamuna Bank bridge, my @crocs kept getting stuck in the slushy mud. So I carried them in my hand & walked the stretch barefoot. The first thing I did before I could wash the slush off was to place my foot on the sheet of paper that I had soaked in the Yamuna. The slush stuck in the form of a print of my right foot and once dried, became the now uncolored part of the crumpled paper. The colored part is me trying to capture all the colors that the water and the banks were.
On the crumpled representation of the banks of Yamuna, you will find a matchbox, which was what I picked up from a variety of options. The green cluster is a representation of masses of green grass-like lumps that were floating in the water, carried by the current.
After coming back to the house, I took the other cartridge sheet & soaked it in the municipality-supplied 'clean' tap water. After it dried, I gave it the form of the buildings, the disembodied lips (note the weird moustache and the thick red of the lips; I'm all for non-binary, queer representation) & the cigarettes hanging from them (the lighting of which is what I trace the matchbox's journey's beginning to). A stamped out cigarette, made of that same piece of paper, lies at the foot of the buildings.
I think what I was exploring was the irony of how humans tend to revere nature and yet, treat it callously, to meet their own personal conveniences. And yet, the buildings and their constant movement with the wind represent the fragility of our human ego and its poor attempt to manifest as something greater than nature itself. The river is the city. The city is the river. 🌆
Let me breathe,
Let me live,
Let me come alive,
Let me be me.
I am stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea,
Frozen between two worlds
No longer sure of my reality
I can neither sleep nor stay awake.
Sing me a song,
Gently string a lullaby.
Pray that I fall to earth
Also pray that the sheets break my fall.
Or for sure I'll break the floor..... __________________________________
Creative idea: @samdstar
This was a creative shoot set up for @nobody_started_big . Follow em for the full (real story, Insomnia, this is just my take on this). #sokoto#sokotophotographer#arewaphotographer#poetography#nsb#nigeriancreatives#insomnia#melancholy#darktales#darkmind#learningtosee
Today’s journey in pen & ink. The braid, the earth, the offerings of nature and the process of acknowledging that we already have everything we need. #gratitude#learningtosee#findingtruth#thankful ..............................................................................
‘The land knows you, even when you are lost.’ - #robinwallkimmerer