Visual Blog #1
Minimal Black And White Art On Feeling Lost
Exploring the ambiguity and howling emptiness of feeling lost in life, with art and a long poem.
Piece 1 - Floating
[65 cm x 8.5 cm]
Piece 1 - Floating
[65 cm x 8.5 cm]
Idea – A sculpture made with an old plastic box about feeling lost and confused.
The Making
Idea – A sculpture made with an old plastic box about feeling lost and confused.
Over the horizon,
There stands a ghost.
Nor alive, nor dead,
Oh, this beautiful partial existence.
Going ‘round and around over
What it knows?
Lost in some sort of frosty breeze,
It flies in the skies, like it’s all a little daydream.
Some sort of lullaby forever keeping it asleep
For the body it once had refused to follow
For once it left, just before
it could be ripped by tomorrow.
Piece 2 - All the same
[30 cm x 30 cm]
Piece 2 - ALL THE SAME
[30 cm x 30 cm]
The Idea - Art made with old plastic paint cap. They often say live in the moment. But what's more hair-raising than that? The one truth we cannot deny. And so comes a never-ending chase of escapes.
The Idea - Art made with old plastic paint cap. They often say live in the moment. But what's more hair-raising than that? The one truth we cannot deny. And so comes a never-ending chase of escapes.
So it counts, one, two, three,
what do people believe?
Four, five, six all the way to 12,
Nights turn into days and the cycle repeats.
This clock runs free yet never moves,
just three hands determining the entire world we see.
So what if we remove those three,
Then what time becomes?
Nothing but what we believe.
An eternity, trapped in a world perfectly empty.
Piece 2 - Adrift
[28 cm x 21.5 cm]
Piece 3 - ADRIFT
[28 cm x 21.5 cm]
A simple black and white painting. One phase, one next. Where it ends when life itself is eternal?
So the ghost of the horizon reminds me again,
I turn a year older today,
But what changes apart from the calender’s date?
I ask and it sways
Singing
the same lullaby that kept it asleep
And there we go, from one phase to next,
All ghosts of the same grasslands.
All adrift in some never-ending chase.
Thinking it would get us anywhere,
other than where we began,
pretty lies we tell,Â
life truly is a wondrous labyrinth.
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End Note
Hello,
A different notion started the string of these creations. Rather than a lightning bulb, what inspired these pieces was an intend to create something I won't think too much about. Something I can create, a bit mindlessly. Sounds quite a petty pitch for the art, I realize.
But the mindless imagination ultimately gave me three random ideas, which when joined, ended up telling the perfect hazy story I thoroughly enjoyed telling. Hopefully you too can find a part in it and dive in the dream-like land of the ghost of the horizon.