Someone once described me as an “animated book”. Sucker for sychophancy, it was a compliment, well-took. Blogging’s a reluctant séance I walked into — a stab to incite my creative spurs back into a world from where they had taken voluntary retirement. A vacuous space where they indulged in nothingness — my once-zealot urges were Vladimir and Estragon, waiting for Godot. “Nothing to be done” read their logo. Drenched in the meaningless of existentialism, I ached for a catharsis. In non-absurdist lingo, I needed a space to appease my now-out-of-order ego. A Kafkaesque metamorphosis trailed this reawakening, now I verge on the obsessive compulsive… That’s right I’m a knee-jerk skeptic. Therein lies the irony of the paradox.
2 Comments:
verrrry cool! I hope that's a one-way mirror at least???
@ vibhor & orangejammies: If u did chk out the site, u'd know dirty dan - the guy vth the brush is a loon... how else wud u explain painstaking hours spent creating art, only to have it wiped out vth a gust of wind or even a curious kid running a finger through it... His patience to create something so fleeting simply amazes me. Guess all of us have a bit of the crazies in us... he probably has a lot more.
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