Aesthetic Politics.

I believed I could make blogging/ writing a more consistent habit in my daily life on top of my rituals of going to the gym and reading. But I have failed so spectacularly. Today, I try to revive this habit again. There was one painting that has been embedded in my subconscious, an image that recurs [...]

I am.

I am a villager, thirty years of age. The unforgiving sun scorches my skin as beads of perspiration roll down my  forehead. My hands are calloused, my muscles experience excruciating pain and discomfort, as my thirst remains unsatiated. Yet, I persist in the completion of my work. I was not coerced into the building of [...]