Artwork by Daigo
“Any attempt to express the unknown will utterly fail. How can one express something beyond expressions? BUT IT IS WHAT IT IS. May be a failed attempt, it is a beautiful one. That’s the beauty of living, the essence of the superconsciousness flowing through stream of consciousness. Why not express that even sky is not the limit? Spread to the every corners of possibilities this body is capable of.” Says Daigo.
Rejoicing, expressing, exploding and exhausting has been his way of ‘being’ and it has been manifesting in every possible way. His expression can not be contained or defined in any one particular medium. That is the beauty of it; which also creates an immense space for the observer/audience to explore the vastness of the unknown within, by going towards an unmoving centre. And the batten passes on and on by creating limitless possibilities for all!
Daigo is continuously transcending all the boundaries that are known-unknown. That’s why he beautifully expresses, “I am galloping the miles of joy laid in front of me. It feels so right whichever way I go..!”
Submitted artwork –
Prachi 2 – 6ft x 4ft – Oil on Canvas
She is the summer rains that flood the plans of the Deccan. Storm standing on the gates. Wild child that drinks from the oasis of deserts. A blue rose staying in the middle of the abyss. So unaware of the fragility that stings the heart with the poison of love. She kicks the oceans and ripple are the waves. She caves and stinks of the mud of her own fancies. With all of it she flows in bliss and rage. Looks like the nile shining, seen from the moon. She sings the ancient forgotten songs once in a while, the songs that her forefathers made.