"Don't take life for granted" they have been teaching us at school, but Pepe didn't listen.   
   
Meme: 9   
Season: 4   
Card: 7

We Will Survive

Soumya Geetha

This is a generative art project that pays homage to the distinctive styles of a diverse group of artists by using the color gradient from their artworks and combining them through a series of interleaving concentric circles. The artists featured in the second season are 0009, Albert Soloviev, ALIENQUEEN, Alpha Centauri Kid, S, Archan Nair, Summer Wagner, mae, Haze Long, lilyillo, Mia Forrest , pastel papi, noCreative, Neil Burnell, pho, Reuben Wu, Richard Zheng, Rik Oostenbroek, Samantha Cavet, Sean Mundy, SeerLight, tjo, Victor Mosquera, Yatreda, XSULLO

Circle of Frens² #3467

Sister,

Angels without wings, 
That's what sisters are to me. 
Never apart, Maybe in distance,  
But never in heart.

We share secrets,  
And lend a shoulder to cry on,  
We support each other,  
Until the dawn.

We may fight and argue,  
But in the end,  
Our love for each other,  
Will never bend.

We laugh, we cry,  
We share our secrets and our dreams,  
A sister's love is a special bond,  
That no one can break or sever.

So here's to all the sisters out there,  
May your bond be strong and true,  
A sister's love is a treasure,  
To be cherished your whole life through.

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Collection: Angels without Wings 

A Collection dedicated to all Women out there..

Women, angel without wings yet they fly,  
They are mothers and daughters, Sisters and friends,  
They bring love and light, Into the darkest of days, 
Their kindness and compassion, Never fades away.

And thank you for being one in my life!

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Edition: Sister  
Edition Size: 33 
Dimensions: 7287x4863  
Medium: Digital Photography 
Photographer: Soumya Geetha ( @soumyageetha11)

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Sister

The Mark of Chains: Silent Suffering in Tradition

In this powerful image, we are confronted with the stark reality of life for elephants in captivity, especially those involved in traditional ceremonies. The perspective from behind the elephant’s legs immediately draws attention to the heavy chains wrapped around them, symbols of bondage that contrast sharply with the grandeur often associated with these creatures in cultural events.

Discoloration on the Elephant’s Leg:
The discoloration on the elephant’s legs, prominently visible near the shackled areas, tells a silent story of pain and endurance. These patches of lighter skin, often caused by prolonged pressure from chains, wounds from beatings, or simply the wear and tear of constant confinement, are physical manifestations of the trauma these animals endure. The rough, scarred skin suggests years of suffering, possibly dating back to the harsh "breaking" process, where young elephants are subjected to extreme physical and psychological stress to make them submissive to human commands.

This pigmentation change is more than just a cosmetic issue; it is indicative of deeper, often untreated wounds that may have been inflicted during their training or as a result of carrying heavy loads, standing for long periods, or being restrained for extended durations. The scars left behind are a testament to the elephant's resilience, yet they also highlight the ongoing need for more humane treatment and better welfare practices for these animals.

Human Element:
The image also captures two mahouts (elephant handlers), seated on the ground, their bodies turned away from the viewer, towards the gathering crowd. They, too, are part of this tradition, their roles deeply intertwined with the lives of the elephants they manage. The tension in their posture, juxtaposed against the relaxed yet oppressive presence of the chains, underscores the complex relationship between the handlers and the elephants—one of care, control, and mutual dependency, but also one of power dynamics that can sometimes border on exploitation.

The surrounding crowd, seemingly indifferent to the scene, adds another layer to the narrative. It reflects the societal normalization of this practice, where the grandeur of the festival often overshadows the underlying suffering of the animals involved.

This image is a poignant reminder of the hidden suffering behind the spectacle. The chains, the discoloration, and the posture of the mahouts all contribute to a narrative of silent suffering, one that calls for greater awareness and compassion towards these gentle giants who bear the weight of tradition in every step.

Edition: The Mark of Chains: Silent Suffering in Tradition
Dimensions: 7087 × 4724
Medium: Photography  
Photographer: Soumya Geetha

About Artist
Soumya Geetha is a multi-talented individual hailing from Bengaluru, India, with a diverse range of interests and experiences. For over a decade, she worked in the Telecom domain, specialising in Marketing and extensively traveling for work.

Soumya's passion for the arts ultimately led her to pursue a career in Visual Storytelling and Documentary Photography, with a focus on the vast culture and festivals of India. Her current projects include a socio-economic narrative on women and education, as well as elephant conservation, with a specific emphasis on domesticated and captive elephants.

License : Primary NFT holder is free to use in display privately and in groups, including virtual galleries, documentaries and essays by holder of the NFT, as long as creator is credited. Provides no rights to create advertising, commercial merchandise, commercial distribution, or derivative works. Copyright remains with creator.


The Mark of Chains: Silent Suffering in Tradition

Claustrophobic Giants: Silent Questions Amidst the Noise

As I stood amidst the throngs of people, the sheer density of the crowd pressing in from all sides, a sense of claustrophobia began to creep over me. The narrow corridor leading out of the Vadakkanathan Temple was packed with bodies, all jostling for a better view, a closer glimpse of the sacred procession. Yet, amidst this sea of humanity, my thoughts drifted not to my own discomfort, but to the silent giants who were at the heart of this spectacle—the elephants.

These magnificent creatures, revered and celebrated, were making their way through the same cramped passageways, their massive forms navigating the tight spaces with what seemed like practiced ease. But I couldn't help but wonder—did they feel the same suffocating pressure that I did? Did the crush of the crowd, the overwhelming noise of the drums, trumpets, and chants, stir emotions within them? Could these sensitive beings experience the same kind of anxiety, the same kind of stress that I was feeling in that moment?

The image captures one such elephant, its powerful body surrounded by the crowd, the cacophony of the festival reverberating around it. The air is thick with sound, a relentless tide of noise that drowns out any other thoughts. As the elephant emerges from the temple, its every step measured and deliberate, I couldn't help but wonder if the same questions were swirling through its mind. Was this environment, so alien and overwhelming to a creature of the wild, causing it discomfort, even fear?

The narrow corridors, the endless press of people, the blaring sounds of the festival—these elements, so integral to the human celebration, might be a source of distress for the elephants. They are, after all, beings of great sensitivity, capable of feeling a range of emotions not unlike our own. The image before me was a stark reminder that while we celebrate these creatures as symbols of strength and reverence, we often overlook the toll that such events might take on their well-being.

In that moment, surrounded by the noise and the crowd, I felt a profound connection to the silent giants. Their journey through the temple grounds, like mine, was fraught with challenges, both seen and unseen. As I watched them make their way through the throngs of people, I couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps, in their own way, they too were asking the same questions—seeking solace in a world that had become too loud, too overwhelming.

Edition: Claustrophobic Giants: Silent Questions Amidst the Noise
Dimensions: 7087 × 4724
Medium: Photography  
Photographer: Soumya Geetha

About Artist
Soumya Geetha is a multi-talented individual hailing from Bengaluru, India, with a diverse range of interests and experiences. For over a decade, she worked in the Telecom domain, specialising in Marketing and extensively traveling for work.

Soumya's passion for the arts ultimately led her to pursue a career in Visual Storytelling and Documentary Photography, with a focus on the vast culture and festivals of India. Her current projects include a socio-economic narrative on women and education, as well as elephant conservation, with a specific emphasis on domesticated and captive elephants.

License : Primary NFT holder is free to use in display privately and in groups, including virtual galleries, documentaries and essays by holder of the NFT, as long as creator is credited. Provides no rights to create advertising, commercial merchandise, commercial distribution, or derivative works. Copyright remains with creator.


Claustrophobic Giants: Silent Questions Amidst the Noise

In the wake of dreams, where reality merges with the ethereal, the secret song of the Varanasi sailors resonates. It is a melody whispered by the gentle breeze, carried across the sacred waters of the Ganga. In this short essay, we embark on a journey into their world, where time stands still and the depths of the soul unfurl.

Varanasi, a city steeped in mysticism and ancient traditions, casts a spell on all who venture into its realm. As the first rays of dawn kiss the horizon, the sailors emerge from the shadows, ready to navigate the river's currents. With weathered hands and hearts filled with resilience, they embark on their boats, setting sail into the unknown.

The secret song of the Varanasi sailors echoes through the ages, weaving tales of hope, longing, and silent determination. They are the custodians of the river, guardians of its ancient wisdom. As their boats glide upon the shimmering surface, they become conduits between the tangible and the intangible, bridging the mundane with the extraordinary.

In the hushed moments before the world awakens, the sailors traverse the river's expanse, their oars slicing through the water with a rhythmic grace. They are seekers of dreams, collectors of whispered desires carried by the river's flow. Through their silent vigil, they become vessels for the aspirations and prayers of those who line the ghats, their wishes inscribed in every ripple.

The sailors are the custodians of untold stories, witnesses to the tapestry of life that unfolds along the riverbanks. They ferry pilgrims in search of salvation, their faces etched with reverence and surrender. They witness the sacred rituals, the poignant moments of farewell, and the solemn celebrations of life's milestones. Their presence is both unnoticed and omnipresent, an integral thread in the fabric of Varanasi's existence.

As night descends and the moon's gentle glow paints the river in silver hues, the sailors continue their silent sojourn. They navigate the darkness, guided by an innate connection to the river's currents. In this realm of shadows, they become conduits for solace, offering a haven for those who seek solace in the quietude of the night.

The secret song of the Varanasi sailors resonates in their solitude, in the spaces between their breaths. It is a song of resilience and acceptance, a lullaby whispered by the river's gentle caress. In the wake of dreams, they find solace in the harmony between the physical and the spiritual, embracing the mysteries that lie beyond the veil of perception.

As the first light of dawn paints the sky with hues of gold, the sailors return to the shores, their boats resting upon the sand. They carry with them the whispered secrets of the river, the dreams that danced upon its surface. They are the keepers of the unseen, the silent witnesses to the ebb and flow of life.

In the wake of dreams, the secret song of the Varanasi sailors lingers in the air. It is a reminder of the transient nature of existence and the profound connections we share with the world around us. Through their silent voyage, they beckon us to listen, to embrace the whispers of our own souls, and to navigate the currents of life with grace and reverence.

In the wake of dreams, we find ourselves captivated by the hidden melodies that resonate in the hearts of the Varanasi sailors. Their secret song continues to echo through the ages, an eternal reminder of the profound beauty and the enduring spirit that thrives upon the sacred waters of the Ganga.

Edition: In the Wake of Dreams  
Dimensions: 3597 × 5396 
Medium: Photography  
Photographer: Soumya Geetha

Soumya Geetha is a multi-talented individual hailing from Bengaluru, India, with a diverse range of interests and experiences. For over a decade, she worked in the Telecom domain, specialising in Marketing and extensively traveling for work.

Soumya's passion for the arts ultimately led her to pursue a career in Visual Storytelling and Documentary Photography, with a focus on the vast culture and festivals of India. Her current projects include a socio-economic narrative on women and education, as well as elephant conservation, with a specific emphasis on domesticated and captive elephants.

License : Primary NFT holder is free to use in display privately and in groups, including virtual galleries, documentaries and essays by holder of the NFT, as long as creator is credited. Provides no rights to create advertising, commercial merchandise, commercial distribution, or derivative works. Copyright remains with creator.

In the Wake of Dreams

Despite the bustling and vibrant atmosphere of the Bengaluru Karaga Festival, an unusual sight caught the attention of onlookers in the midst of the bustling crowd. It was the quiet presence of a gypsy mother, who sat with her small pop shop amidst the sea of people. While the festival attracted hordes of revelers and participants, she remained undeterred, focusing on her humble trade, selling whatever wares she could offer.

Amidst the cacophony and commotion, this gypsy mother stood as a symbol of resilience and determination. Unfazed by the overwhelming crowd and the surrounding chaos, she remained steadfast in her duty to protect and provide for her child. Rain or shine, she maintained her unwavering devotion, ensuring the safety and well-being of her little one.

In the tapestry of humanity, mothers are often regarded as angels without wings. This gypsy mother, weathering the storm of uncertainty and adversity, embodied this notion to its fullest extent. Her selflessness, her unwavering strength, and her steadfast love for her child were a testament to the angelic qualities that reside within mothers.

In a world where celebrations can be forsaken, where circumstances can turn the tide, it is the unwavering love and protection of mothers that remains constant. They are the unsung heroes who navigate the tumultuous seas of life, always putting their children's well-being first. Their resilience in the face of chaos, their ability to provide comfort in the darkest of times, and their unwavering dedication make them the embodiment of angelic love—mothers, truly angels without wings.

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Edition: Mother  
Edition Size: 1  
Dimensions: 12311 × 9850  
Medium: Digital Photography 
Photographer: Soumya Geetha ( @soumyageetha11)

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Angels Without wings - Mother

In the ancient city of Varanasi, where time seems to stand still, a serenade of shadows unfolds, revealing the enigmatic secrets that lie within its sacred embrace. Amongst the labyrinthine alleys and beside the mystical Ganga, a sailor and a sadhu emerge as elusive figures, their paths intertwined in a dance of mystery and transcendence.

The sailor, a wanderer of the waters, traverses the Ganga with a quiet determination. His weathered face tells tales of countless voyages, of encounters with both turbulent waves and tranquil currents. He carries the wisdom of the river in his soul, its rhythms echoing within his very being. In his eyes, there is a spark of curiosity, an eternal longing to uncover the hidden stories that float upon the surface of the sacred waters.

The sadhu, draped in saffron robes, stands as a solitary figure amidst the ebb and flow of life. With eyes that penetrate the veil of illusion, he delves into the depths of existence, seeking the eternal truths that lie beyond the material realm. His presence exudes a sense of serene detachment, as he withdraws from the world of fleeting desires and immerses himself in the realm of spiritual introspection.

As the sailor and the sadhu cross paths, their worlds intertwine in a delicate harmony. They are kindred spirits, seekers of the unseen, drawn together by an unspoken understanding. Each in their own way, they navigate the currents of life, guided by their unwavering faith and their unwritten stories.

Through the lens of my camera, I embarked on a journey to capture the essence of the sailor and the sadhu, to unveil the secrets they carry within their enigmatic personas. In the chiaroscuro of Varanasi's narrow streets and ancient ghats, I witnessed the interplay of light and shadow, symbolising the eternal dance between the known and the unknown.

As the sailor sailed his boat upon the Ganga, a haunting melody resonated in the air. It was the serenade of shadows, the whispered tales of the city's past and present. With each stroke of the oar, he unearthed fragments of history, fragments that whispered of forgotten civilizations, ancient rituals, and the eternal cycle of life and death.

The sadhu, amidst the ashes of the cremation ghats, sat in deep contemplation, his eyes fixed upon the eternal flame. In his tranquil demeanor, I glimpsed a profound detachment from worldly attachments, an immersion in the transient nature of existence. He seemed to be a conduit between the earthly realm and the divine, a guide for those seeking solace and enlightenment.

In their encounters with the sailor and the sadhu, the people of Varanasi found solace in the shadows. They sought refuge in the spaces between light and darkness, where the complexities of life were distilled into moments of clarity and transcendence. In the presence of these enigmatic figures, they discovered a profound acceptance of the impermanence of life and a deep-rooted faith in the greater cosmic order.

As I immersed myself in the mystique of Varanasi, I realised that the The sailor and the sadhu embody the essence of this ancient city. They are the vessels of its secrets, the custodians of its wisdom, and the conduits through which its mysteries are revealed. They are the threads that weave together the tapestry of Varanasi's spiritual and cultural heritage, reminding us of the profound interconnectedness of all beings.

In the serenade of shadows, Varanasi speaks to us in whispers, inviting us to explore the depths of our own existence. It teaches us to embrace the unknown, to find solace in the transient nature of life, and to seek enlightenment amidst the ebb and flow of the world. Through the silent presence of the sailor and the sadhu, Varanasi invites us to embark on a transformative journey, to unveil the secrets that lie within, and to discover our own place within the serenade of shadows.


Edition: Serenade of Shadows  
Dimensions: 5258 × 3505  
Medium: Photography  
Photographer: Soumya Geetha

Soumya Geetha is a multi-talented individual hailing from Bengaluru, India, with a diverse range of interests and experiences. For over a decade, she worked in the Telecom domain, specialising in Marketing and extensively traveling for work.

Soumya's passion for the arts ultimately led her to pursue a career in Visual Storytelling and Documentary Photography, with a focus on the vast culture and festivals of India. Her current projects include a socio-economic narrative on women and education, as well as elephant conservation, with a specific emphasis on domesticated and captive elephants.

License : Primary NFT holder is free to use in display privately and in groups, including virtual galleries, documentaries and essays by holder of the NFT, as long as creator is credited. Provides no rights to create advertising, commercial merchandise, commercial distribution, or derivative works. Copyright remains with creator.

Serenade of Shadows

Women, a force to be reckoned with,
Their strength and beauty, an endless well,
Their hearts full of love, their spirit never quenched,
Their wings may be hidden, but their spirit soars,

Like the dawn breaking, they rise each day,
To face the world with courage and grace,
Their presence a gift, their spirit a fire,
Burning bright and true, no matter the trial,

So here's to the women, the angels on earth,
Their love and light a beacon of hope,
A source of inspiration, a guiding star,
Leading us all towards a brighter tomorrow.
- SG

Angels Without Wings

In the early hours, as the night reluctantly surrenders to the day, a silent sailor's reverie unfolds upon the sacred waters of the Ganges. In this short essay, we embark on a contemplative journey, witnessing the ethereal beauty of sunrise and its profound impact on the soul.

As the first faint hints of light paint the horizon with delicate hues, a hushed stillness blankets the river. The silent sailor, with weathered hands resting on the oars, navigates the boat with purposeful ease. His gaze is fixed upon the eastern sky, awaiting the moment when the sun's golden rays will pierce through the darkness, heralding a new day.

With each passing moment, the colors intensify, like a symphony building to a crescendo. The sky transforms into a canvas of vibrant oranges, pinks, and purples, splashing across the heavens with a breathtaking display of nature's artistry. The gentle ripples on the Ganges mirror the kaleidoscope above, as if the river itself is participating in the celestial dance.

As the first sliver of the sun emerges, a warm glow spreads across the landscape, gently nudging the world awake. Shadows retreat, giving way to the gentle illumination of morning's embrace. The silent sailor, with eyes alight and heart brimming with reverence, witnesses this celestial rebirth, connecting with the eternal cycle of creation and renewal.

In this sacred moment, the boundaries between the physical and the spiritual blur. The silent sailor feels a deep sense of oneness with nature, as if his own being is entwined with the elements. The cool breeze carries the whispers of the divine, infusing his soul with a profound serenity and gratitude.

With the rising sun, life awakens along the riverbanks. Birds take flight, their wings caressing the heavens. The ghats come alive with the footsteps of devotees, seeking solace and purification in the purifying waters. The silent sailor, a witness to this symphony of life, becomes a custodian of the sunrise's magic, cherishing the moment with unwavering devotion.

As the sun ascends higher in the sky, its golden rays illuminate every crevice of the river's expanse. The silent sailor's boat becomes a vessel of light, sailing through the ethereal glow. His journey continues, guided by the warmth and radiance of the sun, infused with the profound energy of a new beginning.

In this silent reverie, the sunrise becomes a metaphor for life itself. It reminds us that each day offers the opportunity for a fresh start, a chance to let go of the past and embrace the present moment. The silent sailor, through his connection with the sunrise, teaches us the importance of gratitude, mindfulness, and the beauty of simply being.

As the sun reaches its zenith, the silent sailor's reverie draws to a close. The colors mellow, the brilliance fades, but the impact of the sunrise remains etched in his heart. He carries the dawn's wisdom with him, navigating the river's currents with renewed purpose and a profound appreciation for the gift of each new day.

In the wake of the sunrise, the silent sailor's reverie lingers, reminding us of the beauty that unfolds when we pause, observe, and connect with the natural world. It invites us to embrace the transient moments of grace and find solace in the eternal rhythm of life. Through the veil of eternity, the silent sailor's reverie on the Ganges continues to inspire us, urging us to witness the sunrise within our own souls and embark on each day with a sense of wonder and gratitude.

Edition: Through Eternity's Veil  
Dimensions: 5615 × 3744 
Medium: Photography  
Photographer: Soumya Geetha

Soumya Geetha is a multi-talented individual hailing from Bengaluru, India, with a diverse range of interests and experiences. For over a decade, she worked in the Telecom domain, specialising in Marketing and extensively traveling for work.

Soumya's passion for the arts ultimately led her to pursue a career in Visual Storytelling and Documentary Photography, with a focus on the vast culture and festivals of India. Her current projects include a socio-economic narrative on women and education, as well as elephant conservation, with a specific emphasis on domesticated and captive elephants.

License : Primary NFT holder is free to use in display privately and in groups, including virtual galleries, documentaries and essays by holder of the NFT, as long as creator is credited. Provides no rights to create advertising, commercial merchandise, commercial distribution, or derivative works. Copyright remains with creator.

Through Eternity's Veil

The Silent Sailors

The Silent Leader: Ushering in the Celebration

In the soft light of early morning, the air is thick with anticipation as three elephants, the silent beacons of an ancient tradition, step forth from the temple’s sacred confines. At the forefront is the main elephant, bearing the weight of the deity, a symbol of divine presence and power. This trio of giants, adorned with intricate decorations, moves with a graceful yet deliberate pace, their every step reverberating through the crowd gathered to witness this timeless ritual.

The main elephant, often considered the leader among the procession, carries a quiet dignity. Its large, expressive eyes seem to tell a story of years spent in service, of countless festivals and ceremonies. The elephant’s head, crowned with traditional regalia, reflects the merging of the divine with the earthly, a living vessel for spiritual energy in the eyes of the devotees.

As they march, the three elephants are not just part of a grand spectacle—they are the very heart of it. The crowd, thrumming with excitement, looks on, some with phones raised to capture the moment, others with hands clasped in silent prayer. Yet, behind the grandeur lies a tale of endurance and labor. The elephants, revered and celebrated, also bear the invisible chains of tradition, their roles dictated by cultural expectations that stretch back centuries.

The elephants are heading to join the rest of their brethren, completing a grand assembly of 15, each one playing a vital role in the day’s events. This moment marks the official beginning of the festival, a celebration steeped in history and devotion. However, it also subtly underscores the complex relationship between human reverence and the physical toll on these majestic animals.

As the procession continues, the silent leader’s steady pace and the synchronized movement of the three elephants symbolize the harmony between tradition and nature. Yet, beneath this harmony lies the weight of expectations placed on these gentle giants—expectations that are both a source of pride and a burden they carry with each step they take.

Edition: The Silent Leader: Ushering in the Celebration
Dimensions: 7087 × 4726
Medium: Photography  
Photographer: Soumya Geetha

About Artist
Soumya Geetha is a multi-talented individual hailing from Bengaluru, India, with a diverse range of interests and experiences. For over a decade, she worked in the Telecom domain, specialising in Marketing and extensively traveling for work.

Soumya's passion for the arts ultimately led her to pursue a career in Visual Storytelling and Documentary Photography, with a focus on the vast culture and festivals of India. Her current projects include a socio-economic narrative on women and education, as well as elephant conservation, with a specific emphasis on domesticated and captive elephants.

License : Primary NFT holder is free to use in display privately and in groups, including virtual galleries, documentaries and essays by holder of the NFT, as long as creator is credited. Provides no rights to create advertising, commercial merchandise, commercial distribution, or derivative works. Copyright remains with creator.


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