This series came about towards the end of summer 2011, During my expedition through a remote mountain pass deep into the heart of a region called Zanskar, where it was a 4 day trek to the minutest signs of civilization. For the first few days i couldn't decipher what was going on in my head, did i enjoy this hard trek in almost complete isolation or did i hate the fuck out of it? Eventually, somewhere along that hard journey stumbling up the mountains, when the mid day sun was burning a hole in my head, it hit me, that it didn't matter, nothing did. At that moment all wants and desires had escaped my soul, my mind was completely thoughtless, something i never thought was possible, the remnants of my own voice disappeared from my wandering mind. In that moment in time and space, after all voices were sucked out and i couldn't hear myself in my own head, i became One. I became one with myself and everything around me, everything else ceased to exist.
It was a feeling that went beyond our eager concepts of happy and sad, positive and negative. Somewhere along the depths of melancholia i discovered a new feeling, like a black hole, which is there but at the same time isn't.
Now a year later as i write this listening to the madness of the choking traffic outside my window, all this seems so alien, like it happened to someone else, in another life, in another time.
It was a feeling that went beyond our eager concepts of happy and sad, positive and negative. Somewhere along the depths of melancholia i discovered a new feeling, like a black hole, which is there but at the same time isn't.
Now a year later as i write this listening to the madness of the choking traffic outside my window, all this seems so alien, like it happened to someone else, in another life, in another time.
