Endangered are the spirits of the forest. Harmless creatures worn around feeble bodies for the exposure of grandeur. Their cries are unheard by their wearers. Would they flinch if they could listen to the whispers? Would it stop them from slaughtering?
Trapped underneath the putrid oils, rotting away in their providence. Marine life perishes every moment, unbalancing Gaia. Chaos is imminent. Pollution seeps through the sewers, toxaemic liquid flowing through the veins accumulating the sea beds.
Cycling trivialities, we reap without sowing. Brushing away all the danger signs in the name of “development”. The destruction will be our only salvation, awakening us from our doped minds. The sleep of ignorance produces monsters. Fumigating into poisons we breathe knowingly.
Cigars causing less damage to our alveoli rich sponges than the city air.
Polluted consciousness emits the same into the surroundings. We have become our downfall.
We can see our world rebelling, building up momentum. Still, the cycle of destruction continues. Ignorant of our fate.
Location : Bangladesh
Navid Nooren, is a practicing visual artist from Bangladesh. Originally a painter he converted his medium of expression to visual art after starting a career in the health sector, a doctor. His work concentrates on visual literature through light, colour and object. Navid uses his experience and observations from his surroundings, paintings, music & the plethora of people he interacts with as a clinician in his artworks. The range of his work includes but is not limited to essentialism (Navid’s take on minimalism), surrealism and fine-art landscape.