Uploads from Nikola Nupra

Magik Forest: Illusions and Imagination

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Mon, 13 May 2013 06:33:45 -0700

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Linda Bjalla - Ett rött bär föll ner [please, open link in a new tab]

One day
it will be

nothing
but love

translated
into poetry.

Verses
of wonder

Rhymes
and lines

Memories

of you.

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Introducing a new series of works inspired by dreams and melodies.
Digital artworks which seek to explore imagination through digital art.

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Facebook © Nikola Nupra

Kingdom of Dreams

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Wed, 08 May 2013 09:33:39 -0700

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Birds of Passage - This is Before [please, open link in a new tab]

in this decadent world
where I dare to dream
and enjoy the moment
while minutes pass by,
there's always a space
I can call mine. There,
thoughts undress to be
and words get anxious
to express a bit of love.

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I would like to say hello
and to introduce to you
a new series of works
that are inspired by us;
dreamers in this world.
Digital pieces, artworks,
all of them waiting to be.

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Facebook | © Nikola Nupra

Geometric Consciousness

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Tue, 09 Oct 2012 10:12:19 -0700

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Ólafur Arnalds - Faun [please, open link in a new tab]

Come to this place where time becomes timeless;
where the thoughts are shaped by the unconscious;
where colourless realities are undressed by dreams;
and take me far away; where the night finally awakes;
where the eye can finally enjoy the beauty of a flower;
where the body and the mind reunite in happiness;
Take me to that place where pain no longer exists.

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Facebook © Nikola Nupra

Love, loneliness and the unconscious mind

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Sun, 15 Jul 2012 11:39:34 -0700

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to Surak - Waltz [please, open link in a new tab]

and I thought dreams were colourful
and the skies were unseen stories of freedom
and the wind and the trees were timeless dancers
and minutes were made of wishes and whispers
and love and happiness were synonyms of life
and my mind was the most secret place of mine
and life and death were things of a fairy tale
and words were immune to insanity.

© Nikola Nupra

The hand of freedom (inspired by the blindness inhabiting in this heart)

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Fri, 06 Jul 2012 09:08:18 -0700

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Cuushe - I dreamt about silence [please, open link in a new tab]

A man has the hand
of freedom;
the hand of pain,
the hand of love.
a hand,
to write a poem
or just to let it dance on the wall.
seducing its shadow,
while minutes pass by,
fingers, members;
members of the same body,
willing to be loved,
touching themselves,
to find some freedom,
but not only freedom:
happiness as well.
as I said,
love is in the hand,
in every finger.
with my hand,
I say goodbye,
I say hello,
I can touch your face
and make it smile.
with my hand,
I can hit,
and I can forget, the pain
in my loneliness.
a hand of myself,
a friend.
fingers of a hand
waiting to be used,
for creating love
or for forgetting the pain.
a hand.

© Nikola Nupra

The death of the self in the kingdom of dreams

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Tue, 19 Jun 2012 12:52:53 -0700

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Linda Bjalla - Pilgrimage [please, open link in a new tab]

King of the loneliness
he used to be;
Inhabiting his body
of colourless dreams;
Accompanied by shadows
and thoughts;
Of the passing times
and dancing hopes;
Living in nudity
undressed from reality;
Feeling some noise
produced by insanity;
Of love and pain
happiness and sorrow;
Of wishes from the past
then tomorrows;
In his timeless kingdom
of delicate walls;
He proclaimed victory
of unseen wars;
And declared himself
faith’s best friend;
Ignoring that life
was befriending death;
But who can judge
a man and his mind;
For imagining pleasure
with blind eyes;
And for walking
unceasingly with feet;
From a body carried
away by the winds;
Travelling through
brave imaginations;
Discovering per minute
his destination;
Of the future that
allowed him to sense;
That reality was
no longer in his head;
Inviting us to visit him
through the words;
To enjoy the nonsense
of life and love;
From a man endlessly
wishing one day;
To fall asleep
in the unconsciousness.

© Nikola Nupra

Like the skin of the loneliness: empty and anxious to be described and imagined

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Wed, 30 May 2012 08:28:07 -0700

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Archive - Lights [please, open link in a new tab]

three moments,
drawn in space,
longing to exist,
in imaginations;

for in imagining,
we set love free,
and let life drive,
to lead us to joy;

as if joyfulness,
were in the sky,
or in the hearts,
of passing time;

but why to think,
and why to feel,
three moments,
drawn in space;

where man lays,
posing the self,
and undressed,
in white flowers;

remaining alive,
in these circles,
of love and pain,
of imaginations.

© Nikola Nupra

The self, the other and the alter persona in a geometric space

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Fri, 13 Apr 2012 12:54:34 -0700

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Brian Routh - Not one person [please, open link in a new tab]

when the eyes are closed,
and the wind comes,
and whispers in the ear,
words of evolution,
words of imagination,
the mind awakes,
the mind unearths,
and sings odes to the sky,
and sings hymns of love,
to remind us,
to remind herself,
that life doesn't live,
that life doesn't die,
as nothing is forever,
as forever is nothing,
in the hands of love,
in the hands of men
hands of the revolution,
hands of mistakes,
when the eyes are closed.

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© Nikola Nupra

Digital consciousness and decadence of the pleasure (DC-DP)

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Fri, 30 Mar 2012 13:54:39 -0700

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Ella Blame - Lunatic [please, open link in a new tab]

I don't need eyes to lead my body these days,
for walking has become a topic of blindness,
where the senses and the body get divorced,
and virtual imaginations are welcome by us,
and no illusions seem to inhabit in the mind,
of those whose consciousness has become,
become digital: a decadence of the pleasure.

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This is my latest art-work, it has been the result of analysing other art-works on Flickr. Especially those displaying human bodies with various purposes. The process of analysis is a personal interpretation of the relationship between the pleasure of the body, the decadence of the self and the conscious mind in the digital arena.

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© Nikola Nupra

Interdimensional Self

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Mon, 19 Mar 2012 13:49:54 -0700

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Matmos - Messages From The Unseen World [please, open link in a new tab]

I’m not

I’m not what I see, I’m not what I feel, I’m not what I drive,
I’m not what I wear, what I buy, what I smoke, what I eat,

I’m not what I write, I’m not what I shoot, I’m not what I hear,
I’m not what I say, what I hate, what I teach, what I learn,

I’m not what I share, I’m not what I smell, I’m not what I give,
I’m not what I have, what I lost, what I remember, what I speak,

I’m not what I seem, I’m not what I walk, I’m not what I listen to,
I’m not what I deserve, what I cook, what I understand, what I live.

© Nikola Nupra

Physiognomics and the relationship between body and soul

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Sat, 10 Mar 2012 17:22:34 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Ólafur Arnalds - Endalaus II [please, open link in a new tab]

A long time ago, I still remember, three boys dreamed of a pleasant night,
in a city where mountains - dressed like cocoons - inhabited in the eye of the observer,
dreamers who desperately lived lives of unbalanced glories and victories,
dreamers with hearts as brave as a sky without stars, in the loneliness,
ready they were, accompanied by the time, by the desire for the unconsciousness,
ready it was, the moment to unfold that paper, swallow the unknown, tasteless,
awaiting for the Moon to wake up, from an outer-space sleep, to let these boys dream,
because to dream they were all destined that night, that Monday, in the city of hopes.
because destiny proved to be real in the mind of those who consumed the holly paper,
the three boys have sold their consciousness at midnight, to the forest, for love,
and happiness seemed to be a timeless space, an agony of unforgettable taste,
in the mouth of these three curious boys, who dreamed to be free, to break free,
a relationship between the body and the soul. Physiognomics in their face, like scars,
of a past that cannot be erased with tears, with closed-eyes, but with courage to live, to exist.

© Nikola Nupra

Between the sensory, the sensual and the intellectual world

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 17:31:38 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Birds of Passage - Fatal Melody [please, open link in a new tab]

in my loneliness, after midnight, I, the man, lay thoughtful,
as those who have wondered about the tomorrows of life,
tomorrows at which many hopes have been deposited,
as if the time were privatising institutions of happiness,
when happiness actually has itself dreamed to be happy,
so has freedom dreamed to be freed, from human beings.

© Nikola Nupra

The inner-world of a man's psyche

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Sun, 04 Mar 2012 12:57:07 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Ion - Stay with me in dreams forever [please, open link in a new tab]

Eyes in the hands of blindness, feet in the mind of those unable to walk throughout mankind happiness. How many hopes could I catch in one drop of water? as if such a water-drop could satiate the thirst in my heart, I wondered. A haunter of myself I haven't become yet, for I stay bodiless in a desert of thoughts. Covering my bones with colourless flesh, blood in between. A face corrupted in the desire of others, beauty painted with falseness, men with egos between their legs. An army of solitude my mind has mastered, unwanted duty to deal with. A mouth that speaks realities but which doesn't understand the language of love. Why have I decided to create endless stairs? when my feet have preferred to stay motionless. One day, as a haunter I will be dressed and I will begin my journey by haunting some hopes flying away.

© Nikola Nupra

Philosopher Kings

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 06:51:59 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Birds of Passage - Disaster of Dreams [please, open link in a new tab]

When everything comes to sleep, after a day of conscious hopes,
a body lays there, placed amongst pillows of tenderness and peace,
sweet lavender aromas, flying all over his head, come to announce,
and to tell him that the unconsciousness has been waiting around,
to take a coffee, share some cookies and gossip about the conscious,
because in the unconsciousness this man has learned to be, to live,
to enjoy the nonsense like when men believed in love, women in joy.

© Nikola Nupra

Multidimensional Experience

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Fri, 02 Mar 2012 06:34:03 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Hungry Ghosts - I Don't Think About You Anymore But, I Don't Think About You Anyless [please, open link in a new tab]

As if the horizons in my mind
were camps in need of love,
I become a nation of feelings
that proclaims independence.
A multidimensional experience
that surrounds the skin, body,
And leads me to a revolution
of imagination and happiness.

© Nikola Nupra

Little attention

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 16:41:31 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: May Roosevelt - Phantasma [please, open link in a new tab]

© Nikola Nupra

No Right - No Wrong

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 16:24:44 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Heinali and Matt Finney - Creep [please, open link in a new tab]

© Nikola Nupra

Seems to speak from the very mouth

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 16:24:44 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Alexandra Stréliski - Sous l'eau [please, open link in a new tab]

© Nikola Nupra

Authoritarian Conscience

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Thu, 01 Mar 2012 05:42:33 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Ólafur Arnalds - 3055 [please, open link in a new tab]

beneath the sky, dreaming
with a heart that is infinite.
endless imagination, there,
with a coffee in my hands.

© Nikola Nupra

Cats on the street: Unification of the matter and dual membership

nobody@flickr.com (Nikola Nupra) — Mon, 27 Feb 2012 15:35:03 -0800

Nikola Nupra posted a photo:

While looking at this image, you may listen to: Rhian Sheehan - Places Between [please, open link in new tab]

© Nikola Nupra