Vitaly S. Alexius
One hundred thousand miles
One hundred thousand miles
Above periphery of earth, in stars confined
You I have sought to find,
Through satellites, and calls.
Yet all I got was “no response”.
Four months are left, together intertwined.
It will get better, it will get worse.
Because, because, because, because...
Two hundred thousand miles,
Above the somber ashen cloudscape,
You I have sought to find,
Through radio-waves and calls,
Yet all I got was your ferocity combined,
With animosity, and no response.
Will it get better? Will it get worse?
I’ve got my gun out, just because.
Three hundred thousand miles,
Beneath the earth’s magnetic poles
Beneath the ocean, beneath the isles,
Beneath the continental pores
You I have sought to find,
Through electronic calls.
Beep-beep-beep-beep… and I hung up.
I did not wait for a response.
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Waves are a tribute to Aivazovsky's (1817-1900) work
Creation time: one week
Software: Photoshop CS
Hardware:
Wacom Intuos 6x8 tablet, Canon 300D (San Francisco photograpy)
Real size: 10'000x12'000 pixels or 30 x 46 inches poster.
