Monday, November 14, 2011

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Sunday, September 25, 2011

mt vesuvius

Thursday, September 22, 2011

version:0076

Reactivation. Dreams of an alternate universe. Dystopia and cyberspace are themes that I have admired for a long time. Films like Akira, blade runner, the matrix & ghost in the shell exemplifies universes that have been consumed by technological advances. They are worlds where society have been dehumanize and nature is no longer a significant aspect to life. Fair to say that the origins of the people in this universe too have been deprived. Congested streets, riots, downfall of governmental control, vehicles with tinted screens, epidemic diseases, contamination, disorder. The city has become a machine and we humans are considered as a product of nature are unable to cope with our own works of artificiality. Hence, body modifications , upgrades have become a human material necessity. We are able then able to prolong our own lifespans, enhancing thinking and physical capabilities. Within the city, exist an alternate reality, vast and limitless. A second life on the net, spiritually connecting man and machine.

0076 is a cosmic era, an alternate universe from Sergei Eisenstein's Battleship Potemkin. This project was about creating a stage adaptation and a poster for the 1925 film. Hugely inspired by dystopia and the sublime, I wanted to challenge the design in making futuristic setting, instead of the original wwii. The battleship have been designed to exhibit technological disorder, brutalist details and weathering. I found an old broken television and its parts proved to give a some pretty good effects. The ships core had been taken from a cathode ray tube and the other ornaments made from components and circuit boards. decaying soilders...will continue tomorrow, sleepy now.




Sunday, June 26, 2011



r o b o t s t h a t a r e h a p p y t o m a k e y o u h a p p y














Saturday, May 28, 2011

Reptiles filled a room in my mind last night
I hadn't been there.
Confined in glass,
they starved and died.
An incubating bird on her nest
rose and tore the shells with her beak.
Cracked eggs, half boiled.

nitsuj

Monday, May 23, 2011