The Voice
“He stared at what was left of the dog, a flattened sack of pulpy goo, doused in blood. The dog’s button eyes stared back at him.” By Omar Gilani, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
Read More“He stared at what was left of the dog, a flattened sack of pulpy goo, doused in blood. The dog’s button eyes stared back at him.” By Omar Gilani, from The Missing Slate’s fiction workshop in Islamabad.
Read MoreOmar Gilani talks about how pursuing engineering for nearly ten years helped him in his photorealism art. Many think the logistics of engineering don’t go with the fluidity of the creative arts – in this interview with Creative Director Moeed Tariq, Mr. Gilani turns the adage on its head.
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