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Spring 2017: Sid Verma
Sid Verma is a third year at UCSC. Affiliated with College 10 and studies computer science. A creator of stuff and doer of things. He shares his passion in computer science, photography and aerial videography. If he's not behind a camera then he's behind a computer either programming or editing.
Clay Tower
Dimensions: 28x20
Description: This is what made me. This is who I am. I come from poverty, from dust, from the ground, from nothing. I was told to fear the man who came from nothing. I was told to do so because he has nothing to lose. It wasn't until I had everything did I realize you mustn't fear the man who has nothing to lose instead the one who has only to gain. We built towers of clay, only for those who needed the bits.
Walk (A)Way 
Dimensions: 28x20
Description: Greater men than me have fallen at these ancient steps, yet I had to continue with the ignorance that I would not. In these few moments, I realized what life truly was. While we are all bound for death, we must hold the ignorance that tomorrow we will live. But to live was merely not enough, to succeed was the goal. This is what fallen men had knelled to, not the fall itself but the success of rising from it. If I, like those before me, were to fall, would I be destined for success, or merely a forgotten stone in these steps?
Standoff
20 x 28
I stood in the middle of the crowd, back straight, elbow out, camera to my eyes and watched as thousands of people moved about the chaotic scene that is Delhi. As the heat rolled through I felt a bead of sweat roll down my face, this was the time, the opportune moment to drive my finger into the trigger and expose the sensor to the world. As I forced the trigger down, my camera was introduced to energy, color, anger and confusion of such extraordinary magnitude. The deed was done in 1/60th of second. Just like that my camera and I had stepped into a new world. The result was hundreds of faces and expressions, one of which, happened to catch the camera.
Rao
28 x 20
What was to happen next? Were we all to stop and bear witness the life unfolding before us? Or were we to carry this lie forward? We never asked why we were here, only somehow we knew we belonged. Then why is it we leave?
