Ambre Singh's Blog

During the summer of 2017, I asked some Second Life friends to participate in a collective artwork inspired by the Gulliver Travels. Many Lilliputs showed up, and shared the fun.

The only intuitive interface is the nipple. Everything else is learned
–– Bruce Tognazzini
A tribute to one of the most controversial part of the women’s body, with chosen quotes.

Be soulful. Be kind. Be in love. –– Rumi

Images of joyful encounters during my journeys in Second Life.

Imagine. You make a very pleasant dream. And then a guy comes into the dream and warns you: “Hey, you know, it’s only a dream! You are dreaming!” Upset, you reply: “I know it’s a dream: I made it up! And now go away and live me alone!”

Some people live in a perpetual tension between higher spiritual aspirations and more immediate biological needs. I had to illustrate this hiatus, and created the “Nun of your business” theme.

– Darling, what are you doing? How many times should I tell you that you cannot go out naked! What will the neighbours say?

– Ambre, can I take the helm for a while?
– Sure Grace! Be careful with the floating logs. I’ll fetch us a glass of Prosecco.

The mission went smoothly. I had already collected a tremendous amount of data on the expansion of biological life in the periphery of a remote galaxy locals call Milky way. I was about to warp back to the mothership when Abigail, the ship’s AI, called me: “Hey darling, suspect occurrences of biological life straight ahead! According to the various frequencies I monitor, it looks like a mad stellar system.”

This post is a compassionate act. It’s never easy to be born into a new world. It’s even more difficult when you take your first breath in a virtual world like Second Life: you find yourself orphan, in an adult (and generally ugly) body, you have all these buttons and menus and things to remember and, to make things worse, you are often surrounded by more skilled and beautiful avatars that laugh at your clumsiness.