Sunday, July 09, 2006

Dripping Sins

Bengali Visual Poetry / Digital Art by Samit Roy

Dripping Sins (2003)

… then … as sin dripped down from the sky … sin dripping down … sin dripping … and then … dripping from the sinful sky … the sins of the sinful sky … only a trickle … only … just … no more than … sins gathering sins accumulating … sins accruing sins multiplying … sins swelling sins surging … more sins piled on sins … and more sins heaped on sinful sins …
[ Tr. by Madhuban Mitra ]

Ensuite … la pêche descendait du ciel en coulant vers la terre … et en coolant du ciel pêchant … et les pêches du ciel pêchant … qu’un chatouillage… rien que la pêche … se reunissent … s’accumulent … s’accroissent … la pêche gonflante … la pêche sautante … plus de pêches posées sur la pêche … et plus de pêches balancées sur la pêche péchante …
[ Tr. by Rouflaquettes Dorees ]

Poésie-visuelle de Samit-Rouflaquettes


This is one of my own favorites. Few years back, while trying to understand the enormous amount of possibilities that could be generated by putting image and text together and fusing them into one comprehensive concept, I realized if I remove all direct references of the so called 'image' part of this unique concoction of 'image' and 'text' and use only the visual elements generated from the 'text' part, it might lead me to another set of possibilities. Letters do have their own visuals. A line of text has a specific visual appeal, apart from its literal meaning and literary connotations. It has specific shapes, lines and colors - the essential ingredients for an 'image'. It is like, drawing with text.

I was trying to create a visual image of sins, constantly dripping from the endless sky and piling up forming a heap of sins. I formed a long and continuous sentence, as if it is an one-line description of the entire scene and used that text to generate a visual form which suggests something is dripping down continuously and piling up at the bottom. It worked for me!



Comics

Comics Digital Art by Samit Roy

Comics (2004)

Since my childhood, I was always mesmerized by the magical world of images and text of comic books and the bikini-clad girlfriends of the super heroes with their funny graphical sounds like, "YEEEEKS" and "BLAAAAM" and "VROOOOOMS" in bold and extruded typeface, crossing the boundaries of those small boxy frames and rigid panels. I always wanted to create a comic strip, but it never happened till date. The only thing that I could do is to fuse one of my unfinished poem about a weekend trip to a rejected photograph from the same trip and make a conscious effort to simulate the eerie ambience of the first cell of a dark action comics strip - still without a story, waiting for a hostile moment to begin its journey through the pages of our childhood fears.