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Do not resuscitate
by Alex Nitochkina
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Having committed a reckless folly, one may find oneself in a realm from which there is no return.
All that swirls within the mind and without is merely noise and haze and flickering echoes. Had the choice been granted, the decree would read: do not resuscitate. Yet the noise and haze prevailed, and this is all that lingers. This spread is rooted in a pastel drawing—as the only vessel to capture how fiercely the noise and haze stormed across that moment.
All that swirls within the mind and without is merely noise and haze and flickering echoes. Had the choice been granted, the decree would read: do not resuscitate. Yet the noise and haze prevailed, and this is all that lingers. This spread is rooted in a pastel drawing—as the only vessel to capture how fiercely the noise and haze stormed across that moment.
Process
I even made several collages from such frames, because I have a whole collection of them and I see beauty and a certain uniqueness in such "failed" frames. I was supposed to combine the collage technique by printing the photos and assembling them by hand, and then transfer this to graphics, but in the end I abandoned this idea because I couldn't figure out how to visually "marry" everything together after the printing was already done.
Then I had the idea to do something a little more personal, based on two paintings that I first drew in pastel. These drawings really resonate with me, and I thought: there's definitely something there. The theme of noise and turmoil permeates these visualisations of my emotional state at that moment, and I photographed them, deciding to experiment with graphics on my iPad in ProCreate.
As a result, I came up with several interesting solutions, in my opinion, and the process of finding them can be seen in my drafts folder. I wanted to share these spreads partly for myself — as a kind of art therapy and intimate statement, thereby closing the inner gestalt; I hope my spreads will resonate with people who have gone through something similar or at least visually hook the viewer.
Initially, I had a completely different idea, which was to use overexposed film frames and specifically emphasise those very "imperfections" that add noise and blur to film photos and sometimes form very interesting and abstract shapes that cannot be deliberately created.
Process
I even made several collages from such frames, because I have a whole collection of them and I see beauty and a certain uniqueness in such "failed" frames. I was supposed to combine the collage technique by printing the photos and assembling them by hand, and then transfer this to graphics, but in the end I abandoned this idea because I couldn't figure out how to visually "marry" everything together after the printing was already done.
Then I had the idea to do something a little more personal, based on two paintings that I first drew in pastel. These drawings really resonate with me, and I thought: there's definitely something there. The theme of noise and turmoil permeates these visualisations of my emotional state at that moment, and I photographed them, deciding to experiment with graphics on my iPad in ProCreate.
As a result, I came up with several interesting solutions, in my opinion, and the process of finding them can be seen in my drafts folder. I wanted to share these spreads partly for myself — as a kind of art therapy and intimate statement, thereby closing the inner gestalt; I hope my spreads will resonate with people who have gone through something similar or at least visually hook the viewer.
Initially, I had a completely different idea, which was to use overexposed film frames and specifically emphasise those very "imperfections" that add noise and blur to film photos and sometimes form very interesting and abstract shapes that cannot be deliberately created.
Having committed a reckless folly, one may find oneself in a realm from which there is no return.
All that swirls within the mind and without is merely noise and haze and flickering echoes. Had the choice been granted, the decree would read: do not resuscitate. Yet the noise and haze prevailed, and this is all that lingers. This spread is rooted in a pastel drawing—as the only vessel to capture how fiercely the noise and haze stormed across that moment.
All that swirls within the mind and without is merely noise and haze and flickering echoes. Had the choice been granted, the decree would read: do not resuscitate. Yet the noise and haze prevailed, and this is all that lingers. This spread is rooted in a pastel drawing—as the only vessel to capture how fiercely the noise and haze stormed across that moment.
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by Alex Nitochkina
Do not resuscitate
Tilda Publishing
