i am black. i am white. and everything in between.
i love art though i’m not really good at it. but i enjoy the feeling when i’m playing with my pencils and brushes. i flirt with spontaneity therefore i’m not technical when it comes to my stuffs, i don’t give a damn about source of light, proportion, etc. i just simply exploit my imagination and put them to paper. _ i’m random when it comes to art.
random facts:
1.i’m bad at drawing animals, hands, human figures
2.i don’t like selling my stuffs, but i have made quite a lot of things for other people. (you could say i’m generous haha)
3.the first time i did shirt painting, i used some paint i found at home and it was a disaster, the shirt was hardened and it felt like i was wearing a banner.
4.i don’t want to draw perfect images, i want some glitches or flaws in my drawings.
5.i like dirty and messy art!
I was happy to end my day that day, in spite of some not-so-good realities I saw in the society, I saw a pinch of Hope from the little good things that happened later that day.
Words devoid of sound / Flowing without bound / Down to the stream of sight / They resemble meaning with such might
I Simply Grow UP.
It was the first day of the first and might be the last. And All I wanted to do is recall, cherish and crave for it from a far.
“If a man is satisfied by lustful things, he can never find true happiness…”
“I looked into the mirror of the past / I saw the broken person I once was / A feeling of retribution suddenly rose / But I was left unmoved in my stubborn pose.”