Yesterday there was a large building here. Today it is gone. It has been replaced with grey, artificial looking rubble. I thought the surrounding buildings looked kind of lonely, so I added some color to cheer them up.
“Now, I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds”
Some experimental “doodling” in photoshop.
When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn’t life under the sun just a dream? Isn’t what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn’t before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?
-Daniel, “Wings of Desire” (1987)