For me, this series is synonymous with a marsh lost in time, a world of wonderful yet scary meanderings with neither time nor spatial limits. A diffused and gloomy light bathes this uncertain world of sprouting flowers, genetic experiments and magical mutations. It’s an explosion of life and forms which, from the infinitely far to [...]

I grew up rather androgynous. I was not never masculine, but never overtly feminine either. I suppose it contributed to my status as a social outcast all through school. No friends, yet no enemies. As I grew up, this state of being persisted. I still do not get along with men who possess typical male [...]

I stared at myself in the mirror yesterday, observing the wear and tear of time - the newly sprouted grey hairs, the fine lines creeping out from the creases of my eyes, the once-supple skin reduced to a rough hide… I have changed.
 

In my… work I explore notions of singularity, concepts of time and patterns [...]

These past few days have been a blur for me. I had trouble allocating time to attend to all my responsibilities, so I do not remember much of my recent experiences and interactions. Today, as I was standing in the subway and mesmerised by the life that passed me by outside, I was reminded of [...]

Having grown up in an entirely different culture, I did not grow up playing cowboys. There were no lassos, no toy guys, no horses (or rocking horses), no saddles, no Stetson hats, no cigarettes, no Midwestern drawl… But I would often read about it in books. This society - it made me curious. It all [...]

I am not one to remember my nocturnal emancipations. Try as I might, I cannot remember much. However, last night was quite the pleasant exception. I have been down with the flu for the past week, and so have not been able to sleep well, if at all. I am just now getting better, and [...]

I overheard a debate yesterday that piqued my interest. The topic was popular music. The young men were going back and forth over the quality of contemporary music. Simplistic in structure, one of them believed that we will never again see the likes of Mozart or Bach - certainly not with the umpteenth recycle of [...]

A portrait of a young woman thought to be created by a 19th century German artist and sold two years ago for about $19,000 is now being attributed by art experts to Leonardo da Vinci and valued at more than $150 million. The unsigned chalk, ink and pencil drawing, known as “La Bella Principessa,” was [...]

William Sidney Mount was born in Setauket, Long Island, and also died there, but the center of home life for him and his family was the Hawkins farm (now the Hawkins-Mount Homestead) in nearby Stony Brook, which had been in his mother’s family for generations. The property of ninety-some acres provided limitless sources of inspiration [...]

I used to read Franklin Dixon’s Hardy Boys series. It accompanied me through my early teenage years and filled me with preconceived notions of masculinity from an American perspective. As I was just about to reach puberty, I was not fully aware of the meaning of being a young man. The transition [...]