Moonchild - Sunil MS

"The sense of 'me' is detached from the sense of 'body'..." 

For Vikrant, art is not a hobby; it is a war against the mundane. 

Trapped in a corporate job and surrounded by what he sees as a culture of generic, "Instagrammable" art, he finds himself alienated from his friends and his own potential. 

But inspiration arrives in a terrifying form. 

An unintended oval on a canvas and a malfunctioning film camera lead him down a rabbit hole of drunk philosophy and lucid dreams. As the oval transforms into the face of a mysterious "Moonchild," Vikrant's grasp on the boundary between the waking world and the dreamscape begins to slip. 

Is he breaking through to a higher artistic plane, or is he simply breaking?