This is a personal project, an experiment to express and channelize my feelings in one direction.
It is a series of three illustrations executed in different styles.
So much to do, such little time
I have always struggled with the idea of time- there is a lot that I want to do within one lifetime, and my goals have always pressurised me. This piece elaborates my thoughts better than my (lack of) words.
Looking for answers
I havnt fully understood the meaning of life and death, hence in my search for some meaning I stumbled upon a piece written by Albert Camus. Camus expresses my thoughts in words so perfectly. This piece is about my genuine process of looking for answers.
Acceptance
After a year of debating with myself about the purpose of life, there was a time full of anger and anguish because of ‘not knowing’. That eventually lead to asking myself questions like- what’s the point anyway? Why do I create? Why do we try so hard? This piece has a lot of hidden anger expressing my irritation towards human convinience. The small note at the side is an extract from the works of Mark Z. Danielewski from ‘House of Leaves’
After a year of debating with myself about the purpose of life, there was a time full of anger and anguish because of ‘not knowing’. That eventually lead to asking myself questions like- what’s the point anyway? Why do I create? Why do we try so hard? This piece has a lot of hidden anger expressing my irritation towards human convinience. The small note at the side is an extract from the works of Mark Z. Danielewski from ‘House of Leaves’
The note reads: ‘Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you’ll watch yourself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You’ll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then for better or worse you’ll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you’ve got not to face the thing you most dead, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
And then the nightmares will begin.
And then the nightmares will begin.
I was in two minds about publishing this project, because most of my work belives in promoting optimism. This was a personal exercise for self growth, I call them my therapy sessions. I hope to connect with those who face similar problems.