Few things unite mere mortals on earth like the awe shared for the the infinity that lies beyond. The moon our very own piece of the infinity; ours, yet still so distant. So when the moon comes the closest it has to us since 1948, a picture to hold time is the least it deserves. Photograph is taken with Canon EOS 60D with Canon EF-S 18-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS lens, f/5.6, 1/100 shutter speed, ISO 100 on 14th November 2016 at 11: 15 pm at Kolkata, West Bengal, India.
To commemorate my new love affair with Promarkers.
Hand lettering cover concept for the book “The Opposite of Loneliness” by Marina Keegan. Black pen on white paper for a grey book. The book explores the ideas of dependency and contentment in the ubiquitous relationships we only seem to truly value once we’ve moved on from that phase in our lives. Or perhaps only comments on the Pollyanna bias which makes us subconsciously optimistic. Either way worth a read.
Rediscovering the Enigma that is Taj on a road trip across the country while reading “The Feast of Roses” by Indu Sundaresan. Unedited photograph is taken with Canon EOS 60D with Canon EF-S 18-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS lens, f/3.5, 1/800 shutter speed, ISO 100 on 4th June 2015 at 6: 54 am at Agra, Uttar Pradesh, India.
Handing in my Final Major Project for 3rd Year, I felt at first an elating satisfaction and then a deep sense of emptiness. Like a mother who’s child leaves the nest, the project I’d conceived, nurtured and spent innumerable hours of love and dedication on, was now out on its own in the big bad world.
What makes work, in my case my FMP, so emotionally exhausting and enthralling at the same time? The English language fails me in answering this, but the Greek word ‘Meraki’ comes the closest. It means the soul, creativity or love put into something; the essence of yourself that is put into your work, whatever it may be.
And suddenly the excitement and loss both make sense. Because anything with a little bit of your soul can never really detach completely. A spot is always saved for it like a lost lover or broken toy. Every project in that respect continues to exist as a part of us that is so intrinsically woven into the our own fabric that no amount of time and no circumstance can truly sever the cord. In that realisation my restlessness transforms to a still, quiet, peace and I move on to my next project because…
…We are what we do.