ON DREAMS /
In my dreams I dream of another me.
A distorted version of my own self surrounded by an uncanny space.
The objects are enlivened, where's my very own self is absorbed by the ongoing whirlpool of my thoughts, that are dancing spasmodically around me.
My thoughts are morphing the space to welcome a disparate world to the one we live in.
But which world is real?
Is it an optical illusion occurring behind our closed eyelets or a mirage taking place in front of our wide oped eyes?
Our dreams circling near us.
Our dreams circling around us.
Our dreams circling within us.
Our dreams are real; we are lost inside them.
DITTO /
What is that noise in your eyes?
What do you hear when you stare at the mirror?
Do you recognise that face?
Do you enjoy self gatherings in limited spaces?
Look around you. You are surrounded by your very own self.
Does it feel quizzical discussing with your various personalities?
Isn’t it bizarre to get to know yourself better?
Did you ever had the chance to get to know yourself?
Do you still feel alone?
What you see is not just an idol in the mirror. It is not a simultaneous repetition of your face expressions and body movements. Look closely and you will see your own significant life experiences that you haven’t got the time to reflect upon; perhaps not until now.
MUTED SILENCE /
Reflections on a glass.
Muted pictures of an opposite world.
Endless repetitions break the limits of existence.
Manipulated acts of a parallel reality in silence.
Taking a pause to observe.
It is a mirage behind a plastic glass.
It is fake but so real.
It is the side you choose; in silence.
PARALLEL VIEWS /
Picture me. Put my life in a frame and see what happens.
I cannot cross the lines I am surrounded by.
Though, I’m dying to break the rules. I will probably die if I do...
Watching out your digital window makes life less tedious. Do you agree?
Just change the view. Be wherever you like. Be whoever you want.
Watch me on your digital frame. I am here. I follow you everywhere.
I am your adulthood’s imaginary friend in real life.
Have you missed me? When was the last time we danced together?
I’ve lost the sense of time.
Share with me your recent experiences.
You seem to travel a lot inside your head.
How does your world sound?
But, tell me something; Had you ever danced this way before?