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Evolving Emotions: Last Glow

November 21, 2021December 13, 2021 EKArts Leave a comment

I saw the stars this morning

The sun had not yet climbed the shingled roofs

Nor surmounted the plumes of smoke

Produced by the slumbering city

Each a fleck of twinkling perfection

My eyes gleamed alongside them

In a vast gift

A sight to behold

These gems of the sky are deceptive

They hide their torment

The destruction that defines their state

They are dead and dying.

That which is beautiful

Is temporary

Breathe in the expanse

The comforting peace

This quiet morning

For it is not forever

Although we wish it to be

There will be a last

Air leaves the lungs

Carrying the soul in its glow

These precious stars shine

Despite their fate

Despite their circumstance

Do not grieve

Let the feeling linger

Let the light bathe you

Do not taint it with sadness

For it happened

It was wonderful

I saw the stars this morning

And it was wonderful.

This was taken on a camping trip with friends a few years ago. It was a moment of pure joy.

Evolving Emotions: Forevermore

October 31, 2021October 31, 2021 EKArts Leave a comment

I feel your presence beside me

On the frigid, unforgiving Earth

On the lonely wooden park bench

On the gentle bed we shared

I hear your voice

In the corridor you passed

In the kitchen you cherished

In the doorway to our home

I smell you in all that is beautiful

A hint of lavender in someone’s hair

A box of oranges sold at the market

A loaf of bread I find at the bakery

I surmise that I’ve see you

Maybe?

Maybe not.

Perhaps it is madness

It’s hard to discern

The wishes and whims

The truth and sacred lies

Perhaps, I witness what I was too blind to see yesterday

No matter

Alas,

We are apart

But soon

We will feel each other’s warmth

In a plane unlike this one

My joy

My love

My apparition forevermore

Evolving Emotions: The Fog

October 10, 2021October 18, 2021 EKArts 4 Comments

Presences are unannounced in the dark.

Even more so in the fog

A blur of beings rushes by

Without ever crossing my eye

Each step is a careful one

Each breath, hesitant

For I am subject to the misty blindfold

Cloaked

I embark.

In a transition

A surge of events passes me by

What I could do

I can’t.

What I wanted

I can’t have.

I don’t see them

I didn’t see them

If only by my volition.

They move in my view for a moment

So fleeting

They depart

Without thought

Without recognition

Without realizing

Helpless I am in the fog

For I am a proponent.

There is a strange relief

I am concealed

Shrouded in mysterious droplets

They cast a hold on me

Around my every curve

I am hidden from the world

Away from the mind’s conception and belief.

Who I am

Whom I cherish

What I am capable of

What ineptitudes I lock away

The experiences I carry

The soul embedded within

A perfect bubble

A precious dam.

A thinning

A receding

A panic

A terror

A grief

A mourning

A spinning.

Fog withdraws

Visions clear

Fear resides

In the cavity once hidden

Now in full display

Pleading for a pause.

The whole world stares anew

The Poetry Snapshot: Another Corner of the Bedroom

May 6, 2020January 9, 2021 nehaallathur Leave a comment

I walk into my bedroom tonight.
Like second nature after a long, busy day,
I get up to turn off the light
and scroll my time and confidence away.

But the fan on the ceiling distracts me.
The blades create a patterned shadow on the walls
and the breeze touches my face lightly.
Have I not felt this before?

And then I am bothered by the crooked lamp on the table.
A soft buzz emanates from the fluorescent static
and it stands there mocking me with its instability.
Have I not seen this before?

Finally my eyes wander over to a marathon medal.
The shiny bronze engraving hangs on a white and blue ribbon
and makes a systematic click every so often.
Have I not heard this before?

*Source: One Point Perspective Drawings*

I get up to turn off the light,
Like second nature, I assume.
But as I sit on the floor
in another corner of the room,
I remember this is not home.

Video Game Photography

April 8, 2020April 8, 2020 jushutch 1 Comment

Video games are undoubtedly a work of art: they combine immersive graphics, impressive design, originally composed music, and complex writing and storytelling to create a cohesive masterpiece. Of course every game is different, and each has its strengths and weaknesses, but overall they’re one of the most unique and interesting ways in which many different art forms can come together. Surprisingly, I had never consciously acknowledged the cinematic qualities of video games, but I always found myself taking screenshots of amazing moments, or lining up the camera in just the right way to show off an impressive view or landscape. It could be argued that I’m a bit overly sentimental, and that’s probably true, but there is something so powerful about a cinematic picture of a great game and the associations that it creates. I’m not the only one that feels this way; many games have even added photo modes, allowing normal players to take stunning pictures in-game and share them with other players, plus the PlayStation 4 has both a snapshot and screen recording feature, testifying to the popularity of saving favorite gaming moments. I find this trend interesting, especially as games get more and more realistic. Is there a potential future where video games become a dominant medium for photography? Is it possible that video game photography could be its own art form? And who gets credit for the artistic value of the photo; the game developers who created it, or the photographer that took it? Regardless, here are some of my own video game photos as inspiration, and perhaps to get you thinking about the artistic value of the medium: