0H! My God

i thought. there's a less painful but more effective communication, to silk screen everything the main text on the centre of attraction of the book.

OH My god experience : drowning experience

which is better? the top or bottom one for the cover page(left image)

MAKING 2

unintentional effect.

1st: i tweak letters by letters as if they were in water.

2nd: i was tired. i tweak words by words instead

then printed with ink on non-inkjet tracing paper.

i got the smudgy effect that i desired.

and i scanned it in and blow it up.

the above 2 image are the same. did u realize i just flipped some words/letters?

intention

words going on the layer form i have creatd showing this watery effect. (see making 1)

opaque paper changed to semi transparent tracing paper of blue hues.

choice of tracing paper, you can see both sides. alphabets on the front side, can be seen from the back, when these words are flipped. similarly if you open the book the other way, the back becomes the front. this mimics the struggle between live and death. its either you go up to get air, or you sink to get water.

method will be thinner transfer with typo

below playing around with photoshop. ripple effect.

playing with my camera

macro mode shot using my camera, on the computer screen gives a smudgy effect too!

oh the text.

\ oh my god \\ breathing version.

I wished so much that those infinite molecules that I breathed carried no hydrogen atoms. The entrapment seemed like forever. No one saw me. All I did was to let go of the grip of the sides of the wall. And Oh my God. I sank. A thought surfaced at the back of my mind - that I was too short for this. I wanted to shout, but words seemed to be stuck at my throat. I could only behave ‘fishingly’, throwing bubbles inside water. I wanted to leap up to the brim. But the currents dragged me down, as if they were too lonely and hence eagerly anticipating this somersaulting battle with me. Paranormal images I will never forget overlay itself on the disarrayed blue waves and flickering black hues. Daddy is smiling; his smile as deep as the water choking my air passages. Mummy calling out to me; her voice waves floating around. Then Mummy got replaced by the somewhat blurred vision of my two brothers playing fetch with my beloved little dog. And then immense fear sank in as I realised how long I have been in that depth, in that suction of fluid. I tried even harder to breath. I did not want these fleeting images of my loved ones to go away. I feared leaving alone. I could not bear seeing their heartbroken faces and hearing their loud, teary sobs. But no matter how hard I tried, layers and layers of water frantically entered into my nostrils, my mouth, my ears, my eyes, and every single pores or openings they could find in me. I was engulfed. I coughed water. I choked. But when I opened my mouth to gasp for air again, there was none, only more water. And I coughed and choked once more. Not succumbing but I thought I saw God. I saw an empty hollowness of hope, of dying. Yet I was still surviving. I thought I was dying, yet I still fought to breathe. Finally I saw a hand. My little hand of support, and realization hit me, how badly I needed it, to live on. I treasured life from then on. Ihat must have been God's way of punishing me for having bleak thoughts of life as a chore; as a misery. No. Life is a sacred treasure. Love yourself. Love life and life will reciprocate your love too.

\ oh my god \\ choked version.

i weesh sew machh det thuose infinaade moreliikues det I breathf careeid no hiytrogenn airrterms. De andtraapmen xeemed lyke foureva. Nou onee saw me. Aul I deed woas to lat go ouf d gripp ouf d sides ouf d woall. N Oh my God. I sangk. A thot serface et d bagk ouf meiy mynd - dat I woas tuu shhort fer dis. I wuanted tu shhaout, buut weards xeemed tu b stuck et meiy throat. I cud ounly behayve ‘fishingly’, throuing baables inxide woter. I wuanted tu leaip upp tu d brim. Bart d karrents draagged mee doun, s xif dey wer tuu looneli n hennc eegaly nteeciipayting dis somersaulting battle wif mee. Paranormal imageus I will nehver fourget ouverley itxelf oun d disarraied blu wayves n flicklering blac hues. Daddy is smilingg; hes smile s diip s d woter chokin my aeir passages. Mummy callingg out tu mee; her voise weyaves floatiing aroun. Den Mummy got riplace bby d somewaat blurrd vysion ouf myy twu brothers plaeiing fetch wif myy beelovedd little dog. N den immence fear sangk in s I realised hao long I hav biin in dat depth, in dat suction of fluyid. I triedd evenn harder to breathf. I deed not want dis fleeting imaygeus ouf myy luved ones tu go awaey. I feared leeeving alone. I cud not bear c-ing deir hartbroken faces n hearingg their loud, teary sobbs. But nou maater hao hard I tried, layears n layears of woter frenticalli antered intu myy nostrils, my mouf, my ears, my iyes, n evry single pors or openings dey cud find in me. I was angulfed. I couffed woter. I chokd. But when I opened my mouf tu gasp four eir again, der was nun, only mor woter. N I couffed n chokd oncc mor. Not serccumbing but I thot I saur God. I saur an emti holowness ouf hope, ouf dying. Yet I was stil sirvivingg. I thot I was dying, yet I stil fought tu breathf. Finally I saw a hend. Myy little hend ouf sirpport, n realization hit mee, hao badly I nided it, tu live on. I treasured life froum den on. It mus hav biin God's wey of parnishin me for havin bleak thots of life s a chore; s a meeserry. No. Life is a sacred treasure. Luv urself. Luv life n life wil reciprocate ur luv tu.

they aren't dummy text.

similar content, have you got it?

choking words, it seems hard for you to get the meaning, just like when i was drowning, the descriptive language that I used to describe the experience, you wouldnt be able to fully apprehend my experience too.

MAKING 1 /oh my god/ aug 2008

An overview

I was thinking about layers and layers of water engulfing me, as if they were swallowing me. I cut layers and layers . and this was what came out. I was awed by the form, and how it mimics water drawing me in, and out. The black core represents death, to the bottom of infinity that we can always only see black. Whereas the top layer has shades of white, signifying light of hope to survive. of the top. I will post a video link soon (:

throw in and Save the pages inside!

here's the tap.

water texture, crumpled, and under running water

black on water

white on water.

creating fonts on the water texture.. and printed using a dot metric printer.

I soaked this book in water.

I started with simple experiments, this was with glue to mimic the glossy water layer.