Hello, my name is Pulkit Kamal. I am a graphic designer and I make artworks in Photoshop under the name of @artofpolka.


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For last 8 months, I've been making surreal and dreamy artworks from the images that are available under CC0 license. I started doing it as a therapy for my melancholia and now, I often collaborate with people, lending their stories, poems and incidents and making dreamy artworks out of them and sometimes I use my own poems from my novel that I had written.

These are some of my works I've made wholeheartedly, if you find time, please go through them.

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#1 Heer

Heer

For the longest time, I had been spending time being someone rather than identifying who I really am. And to tell you the truth, it felt good and sometimes, really really good. I was comfortable being someone, it felt like I was wearing a use and throw mask. It was simple, I’d meet someone or maybe see someone on screen, get inspired by them and imitate them. For couple of... Read More

For the longest time, I had been spending time being someone rather than identifying who I really am. And to tell you the truth, it felt good and sometimes, really really good. I was comfortable being someone, it felt like I was wearing a use and throw mask. It was simple, I’d meet someone or maybe see someone on screen, get inspired by them and imitate them. For couple of hours or maybe for a day, or maybe till the effect of the mask wears off. I don’t care what they eat, but I’d closely observe how they eat, how they hold the fork when they are chewing, up or down! My mind would question everything about them and my eyes would analyse every action of theirs’ closely, and once I am done making their mould in my head, I’d then go to somewhere alone and come out as a different person. I’d be careful so that I don’t exactly look like their clone, but I used to do that neatly. I’d steal their identity and then throw it somewhere never to be found again. Now, I don't know anyone who does that, but last year, while chatting with someone on the internet, I couldn’t answer their question of ‘Tell me something about yourself?’ / And although I kept writing and deleting my answers for almost 15 odd minutes, I had no answer whatsoever. Funny, but when I realised how deep of a question for an answer so simple it was, my system crashed in front of my eyes, unable to show a stimuli, I then again looked for someone’s face to steal. I wanted to get close to prove without realising how far I was from seeing myself. / No one around. / No imitation to take. / Sure, I've hurt and lied to a lot of people in my lifetime for which I shouldn't be forgiven, but hurting and lying to myself, everyday, without remorse or guilt, that's a punishment that has no bail. Human after all, aren't we? / Starting this year after learning from the self inflicted harm, I've learnt the most important lesson of 'being yourself' while being proud of it at every thing you do. I'm not a philosopher and this is not a philosophy. This is a fragmented realisation that hit me at a very precise time in life which I will never regret.

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Crystal Heinl 1 week ago

I really thought this was something that was unique to only me! The only difference is, I don't really put a lot of thought into it, I notice i'm doing this and I feel it's because of my flaws, I am trying to look like the other persons' strenghts and put them up like a picture or story in the place of my flaws. It sometimes feels like a defense mechanism but mostly, it makes me feel whole. I always talk about being our original selves, and how if everyone did that, we would all be unique, bringing way more to the table and solving many more problems in different ways. How it could change the world if everyone just stopped trying to supplement and fit into molds (masks of normalcy that make them comfortable or feel better) and embrace the uniqueness that people around them may laugh at... I believe I advocate for that not just because imagining it on a world scale would lead to way more positivity, acceptence and possilby a better world but for myself, for all of those reasons. 111-5990e1...c07778.jpg 111-5990e18c07778.jpg

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#2 Bhola

Bhola

I know in my head, the voices are real and they won't stop singing the melancholy of your lullaby.

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Undead Soldier 1 week ago

This one is my favorite <3

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#3 Laura

Laura

It was all dust and fire before you and I were here. The scene was lonely, unbuilt and naked as the morning sun lighting the tip of your eyes. Then we both came along, we fell on the earth like a burning comet from a distant star. And still, I can't forget your touch and still I don't want to be an inch away from the tip of your ice... Read More

It was all dust and fire before you and I were here. The scene was lonely, unbuilt and naked as the morning sun lighting the tip of your eyes. Then we both came along, we fell on the earth like a burning comet from a distant star. And still, I can't forget your touch and still I don't want to be an inch away from the tip of your ice cold fingers. You were an evermore. You were the bowl in which my soul swam.

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#4 Melinda

Melinda

Her floating hair constricted my breath into an overly surreal feel, a flawless extravaganza; she was the planet without moon, the sun bathing in the universal light, I was again falling into my renowned stage of trance. Her floating soul suddenly turned her face at me, stunned I looked at my other part but he was long gone, I turned my head to see her and saw her standing inches... Read More

Her floating hair constricted my breath into an overly surreal feel, a flawless extravaganza; she was the planet without moon, the sun bathing in the universal light, I was again falling into my renowned stage of trance. Her floating soul suddenly turned her face at me, stunned I looked at my other part but he was long gone, I turned my head to see her and saw her standing inches away from me. She faintly looked at me and smiled and I fainted after losing myself to life again.

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Crystal Heinl 1 week ago

Some of your work, I can't help fighting with my inner self as to whether I like the art or the poem... I will choose to love anything that I originally do! I do feel like I understand your soul, as much as few can without ever meeting. One of the hardest things to do is to share your soul with the world in a way to which some can really make it out.

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#5 Puneet

Puneet

Minutes were passing by but they didn’t turn into hours, the slow music from my laptop tried to fold my apathy into discussed flavours of my romanticism and lunacy, just like a blind shot of warmth on my cold skin, troubled I was dwindling and I couldn’t hold my back. I looked around at my studio, only her bits of invigorating scent were left – just like her absence and... Read More

Minutes were passing by but they didn’t turn into hours, the slow music from my laptop tried to fold my apathy into discussed flavours of my romanticism and lunacy, just like a blind shot of warmth on my cold skin, troubled I was dwindling and I couldn’t hold my back. I looked around at my studio, only her bits of invigorating scent were left – just like her absence and even being unable to reconcile, it just painted my colourless silhouette in a blank frame of solitude without a canvas.

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#6 Darlene

Darlene

Your name is on my lips. Always, that it has become the first syllable of my birth and an epitaph on the treacherous stone floating above my girth. I look for you like a soul withering close to your eyes and I chant your name like you are the last goddess from the deadless river of time. These northern winds never lied to me, but why do they say you're... Read More

Your name is on my lips. Always, that it has become the first syllable of my birth and an epitaph on the treacherous stone floating above my girth. I look for you like a soul withering close to your eyes and I chant your name like you are the last goddess from the deadless river of time. These northern winds never lied to me, but why do they say you're just away for a while? / It doesn't bloom like it used to, the water doesn't call you name anymore, o' the light of north, you've become the river that is dry to me.

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Little letitia 1 week ago

This genuinely brought me to tears. So beautifully said x

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#7 Placebo

Placebo

I wandered and wandered alone to seek of what I couldn’t find, I was in a stuck in a state of my own misconceptions, thoughts and in a never ending fight with my own senses. I could fall and never think of coming back again. This loneliness has pitched so deep itself in me that I couldn’t think of what was right or what was wrong. I could stare at... Read More

I wandered and wandered alone to seek of what I couldn’t find, I was in a stuck in a state of my own misconceptions, thoughts and in a never ending fight with my own senses. I could fall and never think of coming back again. This loneliness has pitched so deep itself in me that I couldn’t think of what was right or what was wrong. I could stare at the coiled horizon with my cataract vision for miles till I fall into pieces and still be unable to think of anything else than her. / I felt as religious as a summer breeze smashing the winds of our past scattering of whom I had idolized and whom I have detached from my life.

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#8 Aara

Aara

The weight of my weapons / My war on you / Is heavier than than the scars I received in battle / How do you I tell you my love? / You are with a monster. / Rock me slowly in your arms / Hoping one day I will cry so hard / Your soft heart will take it all / Only if you knew, / my tears are like knives / They'll cut you... Read More

The weight of my weapons / My war on you / Is heavier than than the scars I received in battle / How do you I tell you my love? / You are with a monster. / Rock me slowly in your arms / Hoping one day I will cry so hard / Your soft heart will take it all / Only if you knew, / my tears are like knives / They'll cut you so bad / You'll learn to believe lies / - Aara

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#9 Grahan

Grahan

We both had levitated far above into the deep dark starry space; around her I saw a shimmering nebula bursting all the colours from her pale white skin. I grabbed her in the absolute nothingness of the never ending space. Our bodies slowly started melting by each other’s heat and then abruptly got submerged into each other leaving an aura of undefined yet newly composed hue; by the time we... Read More

We both had levitated far above into the deep dark starry space; around her I saw a shimmering nebula bursting all the colours from her pale white skin. I grabbed her in the absolute nothingness of the never ending space. Our bodies slowly started melting by each other’s heat and then abruptly got submerged into each other leaving an aura of undefined yet newly composed hue; by the time we both could realise, we were a single entity written down in a unified celestial spectre of tribune. We floated and swam in the compressing dust of broken stars, for ours was a love that gave meaning to the heart among hearts. I heard her voice singing the song of birth at the surreal extremity of impeccable singularity; we then finally took everything in like a new found black hole touched by the last poisoned points of our minds.

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#10 Almost There

Almost There

She had ripped every meaning of time, space and life apart in front of me and yet I felt she was scared of something, something I could never know and help her to deal with. We opened our mouths to amalgamate the sanctity of the universes within us, I got sucked into hers’ and she got sucked into mine. All my emotions transcended into a neutrality of superb lucidity, I... Read More

She had ripped every meaning of time, space and life apart in front of me and yet I felt she was scared of something, something I could never know and help her to deal with. We opened our mouths to amalgamate the sanctity of the universes within us, I got sucked into hers’ and she got sucked into mine. All my emotions transcended into a neutrality of superb lucidity, I was there but I didn’t know what to look for. She was the thin fabric of epiphany that covered my inexistent body like a cocoon inside a hearse.We were dissolved into the thin inflatable membrane of insatiable desires and reached to a point of no return as we travelled from a point of no embark.

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