Poïesis

05/04/2023

Aithroprocene is a weekly LinkedIn newsletter where I talk about the impact of Artificial Intelligence on humanity. The word 'AIthropocene' is a play on Anthropocene, which is "an unofficial unit of geologic time, used to describe the most recent period in Earth's history when human activity started to have a significant impact on the planet's climate and ecosystems." Google If you are interested in this subject, please subscribe to the newsletter…...

Aithroprocene is a weekly LinkedIn newsletter where I talk about the impact of Artificial Intelligence on humanity. The word ‘AIthropocene’ is a play on Anthropocene, which is “an…

16/03/2023

January Glimpses of sunlight Amidst a cold month of nights - Sun too waits for June.

January Glimpses of sunlight Amidst a cold month of nights – Sun too waits for June.

14/07/2022

Every year when it rains it pours, and Every year we wonder if we've ever Seen rains like these before. Every year we ask what's causing this luxurious Spell of rain, if the rivers are flooding, if the parched earth is drinking, if the dams are overflowing With this bounty. Every year we hope that everyone everywhere is being replenished, or at the least, that the bounty of here is shared with everyone everywhere....

Every year when it rains it pours, and Every year we wonder if we’ve ever Seen rains like these before. Every year we ask what’s causing this luxurious Spell of rain, if the rivers are …

16/01/2022

I'd frequent the stone-hewn temples of old and listen to all they'd say. They'd point to a God of stone in His hall, to Him they'd ask me to pray. In time I learnt to carry the peace beyond the temple doors. Outside the sky was burnt and blue and birds were out in force! When you give a thing a place and a name you kill what it might have been....

I’d frequent the stone-hewn temples of old and listen to all they’d say. They’d point to a God of stone in His hall, to Him they’d ask me to pray. In time I learnt to carry …

13/06/2020

Through the paper thinness of the night The rigid beat Of the clock - tick tock tick tock - like water dripping from a leaky faucet. plop plop plop And right through the night, As it takes measured steps towards itself Time Leaks from the clock, Forming puddles of seconds and minutes and hours... ...right at my feet. I never thought To think that Time when touched would be cold. [ 256 more words ]

About time, talk and those things that are lost in translation.

13/04/2020

After the fog the woods were soft for a long time. Spiky branches wrapped in cotton, burrs coated in fur and sounds of the forest sheathed in half a pound of silence. The mist floated in and squeezed all color, all light and sound, and what at first glance looked like stealing was in fact re-arranging, the displacing of all essence from all things. [ 167 more words ]

Poem from a time spent in the mists of Kemmangundi.

26/03/2020

The previously-unstoppable kinetic momentum of the world has been forced to pause until this tiny speck of a virus is defeated, and surprisingly, we can do that by staying at home and washing our hands. This idea that the world could stop turning for a length of time has always fascinated me, and in a short story written a few years back, I had imagined a similar scenario, although in that story the threat was external (aliens!). [ 1,552 more word ]

A collection of things to do in the age of social distancing.

24/03/2020

face mask.

23/03/2020

Huge Ironman 😃 design by Dennis Moore.

23/03/2020

Ironman coming together. This is a design by Dennis Moore.

Head coming next.

22/02/2020

Juggernaut!
Top half printed in resin on the S. The legs were printed on my .

Model from by jeebs08. @ Bangalore, India

25/01/2020

Ironman Landing Pose designed by Printed Obsession available on . This was printed on my Photon S, in red resin and hand painted in gold. @ Bangalore, India