Digital Illustrations // WDKA 2014
Series of Digital Illustrations made from a text I wrote about a very special someone.
You can read it at the bottom.
There is a man who only blinks. This is the only way he can communicate.
His dreams are greater than the seven billion’s ones combined together. The concept of time,
of space, of eternity, of past, present and future all condensed in his mind. But he cannot perfectly visualize it yet. His blue eyes, his crooked mouth wait for that final breakthrough.
The human body holds 642 muscles. The face alone has 43, more or less. The eye... well, some. They are said to be the “windows to our soul”, to our most obscure thoughts and secrets... The world has a total of 14 billion eyes... (or some less for those who lost one or two along the way). The reflex movements our muscles produce are a reflection of our ability to love, live, breathe. Those fugacious movements are always there, even when you sleep. Blinking is the one that differs - it becomes a portal, a passage from the dreaming universe to the real one.
But what is real? This man dreams of numbers, stars and equations. He dreams of all the combinations that physics, math and arithmetics have to offer...Although he cannot move, his heart nor his mind stop.
His body is a trap. He should feel caged inside himself, but he doesn’t.
He his free - his intellectual power rids him from such damnation. He is able to love, to live, to
pass trough into grater achievements.
Every time he blinks, it is a battle, an effort meant either only to hydrate his eyes or to
communicate. Or to tell the brief history of our time... To leave his legacy.
He blinks and he visualizes all his life passing trough him like all the stars he always admires;
he is entire, he is free, he is real.
His dreams are greater than the seven billion’s ones combined together. The concept of time,
of space, of eternity, of past, present and future all condensed in his mind. But he cannot perfectly visualize it yet. His blue eyes, his crooked mouth wait for that final breakthrough.
The human body holds 642 muscles. The face alone has 43, more or less. The eye... well, some. They are said to be the “windows to our soul”, to our most obscure thoughts and secrets... The world has a total of 14 billion eyes... (or some less for those who lost one or two along the way). The reflex movements our muscles produce are a reflection of our ability to love, live, breathe. Those fugacious movements are always there, even when you sleep. Blinking is the one that differs - it becomes a portal, a passage from the dreaming universe to the real one.
But what is real? This man dreams of numbers, stars and equations. He dreams of all the combinations that physics, math and arithmetics have to offer...Although he cannot move, his heart nor his mind stop.
His body is a trap. He should feel caged inside himself, but he doesn’t.
He his free - his intellectual power rids him from such damnation. He is able to love, to live, to
pass trough into grater achievements.
Every time he blinks, it is a battle, an effort meant either only to hydrate his eyes or to
communicate. Or to tell the brief history of our time... To leave his legacy.
He blinks and he visualizes all his life passing trough him like all the stars he always admires;
he is entire, he is free, he is real.
He is Stephen Hawking.
