Vulnerable

I am a drying river,

I am a flooding desert,

I’m a shadow in the dark.

I am a castle of sand,

I am a house of cards,

Vulnerable to the slightest touch.

Abstract Art: A product of a Casual Day-off

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The Unpredictability of Ink-hood

Brain: Hey B! Wanna do something fun?

Me: What do you have in mind? <— get the joke?!

Brain: Oh you’ll be surprised..

An idea kicked in. I gathered some junk by the corner of my room: ink, paper, lamps, sticky tape, syringe, a glass of water, and my camera. For a moment I felt like a pro! Oh well, something to feed my ego.

I filled the syringe with some black ink, and squeezed a tiny drop out of it into the water. Et voilà!

This was far from a simple process. It involved going back and forth to the bathroom for re-fill. The water would get messy and dirty pretty quickly, and so the photos I took were a few seconds after pouring one ink drop. I would take around 6 photos for every drop, and watch how it changes shape as it mixes with the water. Pretty cool.

I was stunned by the whole process.

As I viewed the photographs, each one held a random, unique shape of ink. At first, it looked like a small cockroach that quickly developed into a little spider – you’re free to believe that, or not.. it could be my imagination. But, and I have a proof for this, one actually looked like an armchair, and another looked like a couch.

“All human plans are subject to ruthless revision by Nature, or Fate, or whatever one preferred to call the powers behind the Universe.”
― Arthur C. Clarke

Note: This involved much cleaning afterwards. I am still not sure what I decided to do this experiment, but I guess it felt good and creative and weird. I like that.