I've always been afraid of bringing things I create with my hands into a digital world. I was afraid that maybe somewhere between the blinking screen and the ink on my fingers something would be lost. like the silver key you kept in your coat pocket.
blue lines that only some light can percieve. I've decided to trust electrons zipping through invisible space with my soul stretched out in inks
And scan pages off my notebook. for a million mirrors to see. and open me.
"we can create kingdoms of our own grand purple thrones those chairs of lust and love we must on beds of rust"
shukri from the haalaki tribe in honnavar. worked with her for a week. we played glass bead games. I took a black and white picture of her she asked me where her colour went. so I filled it in again, as promised. (handpainted with inks)
"Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; So Tread softly because you tread on my dreams"