Thoughts can be so overwhelming and sleep so evasive sometimes.
Illustration•Comics•Graphic Design
Tuesday, 22 July 2008
Tuesday, 15 July 2008
Monday, 14 July 2008
Not perceptible by the eye
Ever since I was told the story of the mystery of the twelve princesses I was entralled by the cryptic character with the invisible cloak. It was never revealed in the story where he obtained this wonderful object and my poor mother was perplexed as to how to answer her inquisitive subject. Just the one sentence in that story was enough to alight countless dreams of travels through dark and fearful places without the fear of discovery, because a cloak made of mysterious substance could hide my own fear and keep me safe from the world outside my cloak.
It’s difficult to grow up, and I don’t know many who do it willingly. But sooner or later chronological time wrenches us from our blissful dream and suddenly you’re big and trying to remember what it feels like to be small.
I have uncovered a secret, which we’ll keep between us: I have found the cloak! It looks a bit different than you might expect, and it’s black. But when I hold it, I’m invisible. No-one cares to see me. And I journey in a most unexpected way.
It’s difficult to grow up, and I don’t know many who do it willingly. But sooner or later chronological time wrenches us from our blissful dream and suddenly you’re big and trying to remember what it feels like to be small.
I have uncovered a secret, which we’ll keep between us: I have found the cloak! It looks a bit different than you might expect, and it’s black. But when I hold it, I’m invisible. No-one cares to see me. And I journey in a most unexpected way.
Monday, 7 July 2008
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Exhibition
As quick as the eye blinks; or a butterfly fludders out of your stomach into the azure sky; as fast as a drop of sweat gravitates to your toes or a heart breaks crimson like shattered glass on a stone cold floor... so quick was the anticipated day. I cannot believe the exhibition is over.
It marked the end of our aquaintance, but hopefully the start of a very long friendship with light, lens and life.
Can any person thrive without recognition or praise? Or is it only then that such work transcends the tangible? I don’t know, but I’m grateful to all the friends and mortals who attended my exhibition and gave me a word of encouragement. I fear my faith in myself and my art is still built with twigs and air/prayer...(breathe in, breathe out, breathe in again, remember to breathe...) Let the hope not disappoint us. Thank you to everyone so dear who support me.
It marked the end of our aquaintance, but hopefully the start of a very long friendship with light, lens and life.
Can any person thrive without recognition or praise? Or is it only then that such work transcends the tangible? I don’t know, but I’m grateful to all the friends and mortals who attended my exhibition and gave me a word of encouragement. I fear my faith in myself and my art is still built with twigs and air/prayer...(breathe in, breathe out, breathe in again, remember to breathe...) Let the hope not disappoint us. Thank you to everyone so dear who support me.
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