Friday, September 2, 2011

The Walled Mindmaps

The following are the images of the essential elements of paintings done on walls. They have been arrange in order to retain their essence in the digital format. Please click on the images to see what they actually look like. The real fun though lies in being inside the rooms themselves and out of your minds. 

Mir Age Essence
Mir Age | Jabalpur, India

HiSenseOveReProduction Essence
HiSenseOveReProduction | Melbourne, Australia

Colourfool Language Essence
Colourfool Language | Nagpur, India

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Exakta Varex II A


The photograph is taken by a beautiful emblem of mechanical precision - for more from the machine please visit it's dedicated Flickr set.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Habilis - Devil and the Deep Sea

Habilis: The Ape who looked into his mind and saw the anagram of a spine.
A cover I made for the single by an electronic musician/homie.



...and they say that a hero will save us.
Once the baybees let go of him.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

D.range Or How I learnt to stop worrying about Love or the Bomb.

Being a quantum mechanic, I find myself possessing a quarky sense of humour.

You square the product of pi and a radius to determine a circle.
There is a lot of rounding off around these corners.

What happened to the physicist's mind prior to diving deep?
It walked the planck.

What's the slang for 'shrink'?
Bitch doktor

Why did the schizophrenic cross the road?
To meet his friend.
Why did the schizophrenic cross the road?
His friend wasn't there.

What did the schizophrenic tell the psychiatrist?
"We need help."
What was the psychiatrist's reply?
"Yes we do."

What's a bad idea?
A philosopher stoned.

What's the spell used by the linguistic mystic to raise the dead?

What do dead Tibetans do?
Write a book.
What do alive Tibetans do?
Read the book.

Why do smokers always flock around Buddha?
He has the light, man.

Why did Buddha cross the road?
He lost his mind.
Why did Ananda cross the road?
To bring Buddha back.
Why did Ananda fail to do so?
He saw the light. Two of them infact.

Why do Hindu's believe in re-incarnation?
Well, to begin with, they aren't grounded.

What's common between Romans and academics?
They both like to cross examine ideas.

What's the proof of heaven?
Burkhas on Earth.

Why should you make fun of religion?
For history has taught us that if you take it too seriously it makes you cross.

Who in their right minds is a communist?

Who shot the Sheriff?
The Deputy.
Who shot the Deputy?
Eric Clapton.
Who is a well-tuned twisted genius?

Why did Lao Tzu sit on a bull?
If Bull sit on him, make no sense.

What's a far fetched idea?
What's a heavy assumption?

"An Unidentified Flying Object was reportedly seen hovering near a waffle restaurant in southern Texas that is frequented by astronauts, aeronautical engineers and other arial craft experts" reports David Wilcock.

What do you do after you get an arts degree?
Hop over to the other side of the money laundering business.

Friday, April 8, 2011

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Life 2.0: The Scripted Series

the Grand Conjuror

Close Encounters of the Theocratic Kind
Close Encounters of the Theocratic Kind
Man God


The Scripture
the Script

Divine Recession
Receding Halo



Last Words
Last Words

For those unfamiliar with Indian mythology, Godsay was the man who relieved Mohandas of his earthly burdens.

Brain Teasing humour

Brain Tumour

Chemikazi | Coming Soon
Music that you listen triggers some kind of response.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Sunday, January 9, 2011


S. S. Gautama

Coherence is the gift of patience; it’s been along time.

The black and white keys of the piano were humming random tunes of another floating fife as its legs grappled and bumped against the surprisingly uneven ground – the earthworm dodged it. The instrument obviously didn’t foresee being dragged across the garden against its will and thus omitted making adjustments for the same in its evolution – now leaving marks on the floor. How random, we all thought.

The setting sun emitted some maroon, or perhaps the sky was pink, never can be quite too sure about the colour of the ink – each to its own anyway, so we argued, or agreed, argued to agree, to a certain degree. The mood was whirling a bit. It was then that we noticed the swirling of the tapestry, unfurling. The clouds and space moved sideways – a small clean crisp crackle is all we heard of the evening break.

“What is that?” she exclaimed, looking up at creation blinking like a confused tube light. Something is happening, something that even these words cannot grasp, how, can we clasp a, it was pretty, ah yes, the phenomena. There is something about it, something is coming down, I could smell some sort of vapour, maybe gas – or something, watch closely, see the bull, what was I saying, wait; something’s happening;

This is mad, mad net prisms, magnetism, word schisms, shifting revisions, match trick enchantment, magic hypnotic entrancement, invigorating figures fading light invading pervading all clear all that you know that you may know that you don’t know you know now that you don’t know now no one know to know one. Clear. Now. Teletranceportation.

Ebb and flow, to and fro, there was an echo – “Hello,
You cannot rule out the possibility that creatures only overwhelmingly superior to yourself are interested in what is happening here. It would be ignorant, and ignorant to a level that you would be ignorant about, to assume otherwise. Assumptions too; why even bother with limiting yourself to a few. Boxing, creating prisms for your mind, prisons of perception. A random kaleidoscope patterned in preconception – self deception, misdemeanor unparalleled. The gift of life and procreation held tightly in the crutches of conditioned comforts, repetition and other illusionary consorts. Aren’t you so happy now? Kingdom come crowned above the brow, ruling without even knowing why and how. Suspicious about your subconscious? Hold my hand –
Magnetic mechanism: Gravity – piecing together all that needs to be. A critical mass of energy. You see yourself and you see others that maybe just a reflection to give you an idea of where you stand, what you are and how you can. Push the envelope, the button, don’t throw it in a can and cannot, restricting the ways you were brought up till the top to be taught by the same silliness which you so conveniently chose to shun aside and forgot. Pointing fingers is harsh when there is no one to blame but you, I understand but don’t empathize, your stupidity is that which you must confront and revise. Imbibe be wise, not some smart ass selling yourself your lies to move along with all those mirages of death that dance before your eyes. The loud crowd, take a sword and bleed your proud little delusions and confusions until they shrivel and shroud into the darkness from which they did arouse. You are not your body, you are no body on a crusade against that which pervades the spirit of love – and no not words, these can be a twisted into convenience by any coward. Take these tools to enhance the trance in which through your body you dance, just by chance. Find the balance until then we will meet when we shall meet and greet and tweet and talk and walk and stalk and rock back into there from where I picked you into space that you know you should be back on the mother ship where there was a sound, a tone, a few bones and flesh and blood and sweat and Churchill and the rest slowly coming back to life and its hypocrisy after witnessing the mirror conspiracy.”

“Thievery corporation, they make some really good music don’t they” she exclaimed, looking at me with that ever charming smile, those glistening white teeth layered in her saliva, all so sweet.
“How was the DMT?”
“Oh, it’s mad. I can’t believe they sell this shit. All these songs coming back into the mix”
“Steven Wilson, Martinez, Pink Floyd, Shpongle, all these buggers are pretty nuts aren’t they?”


Boom Parvati

Listen to the music -

Coiled and curled, crossing in curves, contoured with colours – concocting crawling. From a hundred paths the centipede enters the canal, in ear park; quivering lips whispering lisps of those that would spark the light to split, slit, spit, and start:

“Do you know who you are or what you do? The priorities that determine me and you. Hey, hush – wait, don’t start. They may just tear you apart. Isn’t it weird, to be all alone – without a place to go to and nothing left to hone. There is no home for those who just want to roam. You can’t be a drifter, hear the bell, the ticking clock, it’s time to feed and time to sleep; work and don’t stop – Paolo’s pigs. See that. I offer the double deluxe bundle of doubt and salvation. Circular tradition. Come back for more, stay with me – discounts, freebees, the chance to see the light and others are all here for thee. See how fine it is.

‘There was a boy who went up a road. The strain upon his fragile legs was quite much. The altitude continuously changed, it affected his breathing – he was going higher.’

So many possibilities; metaphorical. Now pick any string from the rant and make your own stories. Is he is walking? Which road is he talking? What is his path and destination? Where is he going? Why? Or is he on drugs - high as a kite? Does a kite walk? Or flying? Which one is he doing? Floating? Swimming? Is air for a bird the same as water for a fish? Shit, the woeful lot of possibilities from such silliness. O’ hear my calls and answer me. Affirmations. Confirmations. You must be smart to make such determinations. My tongue of intellect has grasped your definition. Venomous injections, fangs on your neck, here is my kiss of romance, stay with me and I’ll slay you in my trance. It rhymes in an American accent, Puerto Rican ferment, North African descent, Arabian scent, British lament, Indian well spent, dividing you with geography, or any other differential possibility; the serpent.

Charm me, dance with me. Together we will orgasm in this fantasy.