Art on the web

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I haven’t made a post here in a while. I was busy with my coursework and just caught up everywhere, like a typical no-longer-a-teen-but-cannot-digest-it-yet. Because of all these, I also developed a huge writer’s block in the recent past, and thought re-inaugurating my blog after several weeks with this digital piece of art I made would be a good idea, since I couldn’t come up with more than a couple of lines for my latest poem.

This is technically digital art, but it’s nothing complicated and anyone of you can do it! Just visit the site http://weavesilk.com/ and drag your cursor any way you want. I personally, have put a lot of effort in creating this, one because I have seen my blog growing like a baby right in front of my eyes, and I give a lot of importance to stuff I post here. I put as much thought and effort in terms of design and colours etc. for this, as I would, for a poem. I redid this piece around ten times. And secondly, the features and interface of this particular website made me feel pretty surreal, so I thought I’d make something that reflects my current mood, concerns and struggles. I choose to refrain from telling you what those are, but the work is certainly open to interpretation, like my other works.

P.S.- This is not an advertisement for Silk, nobody has paid me or requested me to do it. I really enjoy creating designs on it, so I thought I’d share it here, for you guys to check out! It’s really cool 😀

Un-intangible

He’s bought a rocket cheap, metal and polished red.

Second hand without wings, rubbed the rust off with a tiny handkerchief.

He fancies setting out on it and cover a small distance,

The fuel prices have gone up.

Newer budgets are known to fuel anger.

Just take a round around humanity,

And set it back down near the post office, if it flies dangerously low.

He promised to not read the letters in it,

But dig a few and place them on his typewriter- its keys were broken.

A lock at the door was useless now,

Just as useless as his red rocket, and rising fuel prices.

Fuel has hardly been a reason for war.

Word prompt by Daily Post: Broken