Illustrations
"What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter…a soothing, calming influence on the mind, rather like a good armchair which provides relaxation from physical fatigue." -Henri Matisse, Notes d'un peintre (1908)
Evolution
I’ll talk about it soon………
Follow The Error
The glitches are getting stronger,
My senses are melting quicker.
Forests of the worldly inferences,
Contaminating my inner senses.
And maybe this is why,
I’m telling you stories of mine.
But you need not take it seriously,
Because it’s just a parable, probably.
But you need to discern our communication,
And it will take you to the realm of formation.
It will not cause astral destruction.
And this is all our stunning expectations.
The world around us is just a pleasant illustration,
And the artist is formulating some obstructions.
Formation
The ballad of formation and its sparking prepossessing ray.
Didn’t know where to stop, created its unprecedented way.
To commence its purpose, it took some days*,
The integer of those junctures shall not perish away.
A man who relinquished his glorious past,
His thoughts were gloomy and overcast.
The number of infernos notorious path*,
He didn’t know where to adjust.
The Author of the miscellaneous reign,
His throne is carried by specific divine beings*.
The smallest perfect numeric kin*,
Counting all the deadliest sins*.
In front of the turnstiles of Abraham’s bosom*,
Catalan surmises a number, which is third*.
Tiny segments of macrocosm disclosed their wisdom.
The second magic number isn’t a trivial word*.
The fourth prime slurping tea*,
Asking for the Traceless Key.
Watcher
My wrath and my misery crushed me like a hammer.
Even though I’m a boy, I’m strong and I’m ubiquitous.
My happiness isn’t the barrier, my sorrow isn’t ominous.
That’s why I only watch everything, every time, everywhere.
Home
Just chilling in a comfortable and cozy place. Where the universe has turned into a mysterious entity. But, right now I don’t want to know the answers of why. I just want to relax. I always dreamed of a place where I could live peacefully. There would be a mysterious “Ihaoak” river in front. However, the sky is looking mysterious, isn’t it?
Flow
I drew this during my fever. I dreamed that I was controlling both of my entities, one was made of atoms and the other was made of anti-atoms. It’s a representation of my fever dream. That’s why it’s so strange.
Journey
I drew this as a memory of moving from Narail to Dhaka.
A Random Woman
I was testing a new software called Infinite Painter. Just a little warm-up.
Macrocosm
“Remember! Reality is an illusion, the universe is a hologram, buy gold, BYE!”
-Bill Cipher
Ihaoak stream
Once upon a time in the Ihaoak stream,
Where imagination is the real thing
And the reality is just a simple dream.
The brief essence of the overthinking,
Ludicrous preposterous king.
His job as a dreadful green
Has come to the horizon of the end.
Ahkatlio may think that the nobility of chime.
Making all the erroneous wisdom,
pushing all the limits of time.
He defies the decrees of the macrocosm
To create the enigma of life.
Nikola Tesla
A drawing of Nikola Tesla. It was one of my first projects.
Key of fine
160 to the West, 68 to the South.
Days will be filled by the cloud.
Snug eyes peeping at the slumbering sky.
Tides are mumbling a song without knowing why.
Asking the Preposterous eye,
Where to commence?
When to die?
Look at the beginning of the time,
The essence of life isn’t a hideous crime.
Tight melody of lustrous rhyme
Will give you the “key of fine”.
The sound itself
Did you get the joke? There is an error in this picture.
Over this river stone
Over this river stone,
You will see,
I have made many domes.
Beyond the sky,
You will feel,
Charming lights whistling shy,
I guess, I Will never know,
why we live,
why we grow,
Our life is flowing with a glow.
Everything I’m seeing,
Just behaving like,
Drifting Snow.
Let's all take a trip on my ecstasy
I was on a trip while making this painting. It was one of my first projects.
I was waiting for you
She knows where you live. She is watching you. Better take care of yourself. Otherwise, anything can happen. Don’t follow her.
“The thing on the blind side of the heart,
On the wrong side of the door,
The green plant groweth, menacing
Almighty lovers in the Spring;
There is always a forgotten thing,
And love is not secure.”
-G. K. Chesterton
The Ballad of the White Horse (1911)
Hand Of Friendship
“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.”
-George Eliot
Memory
My dreams and thought is growing like branches of an imaginary tree. But it doesn’t move, defining the stationary state of my physical entity. But, indeed, I’m trying to learn this macrocosm very deeply, and trying to reach the end of this cosmos by growing my branches of thought and imagination.
Little Neutrino
It’s only you
It can’t be me
For I myself refuse to be
I am someone you’ll never know
I am the little neutrino
Nature
“And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. I would not change it.”
-William Shakespeare, As You Like It(1599)
Watch tower
I’m watching you🙂🙂🙂🙂…………
Rising Sun
I was experimenting with different art styles. It was one of them. As George Wald once said,
“An experiment is a device to make Nature speak intelligibly. After that one has only to listen.”
SOME OF MY GEOMETRIC TILE DESIGNS
