It's been almost 2 months since I posted in this blog. And holy balls my english just turned potato. Anyway, it's really sad to have your study and part time job to take out the better of you. Turns out living away from my family, trading soul for peanuts, while organizing 3 events at once (a concert, a recruitment drive, and a conference) wasn't really the smartest move to make. Can't even remember when was the last time I treated myself with a quiet self-reflection time with cold green tea infusing my brain while dabbing my hands into paint. Fish. It's funny to be known and yet so lonely. Getting paid yet so unfulfilled. I guess it's those one stage of life where you have to suck it up and just blanket yourself with the fluffy dream of tomorrow.
Ah where was I? Yes. Stress and depression turns out to be good friends with creativity. It makes you more sensitive to situations and sometimes it leads to happy accidents. These artworks below were not happy accidents though. I have been drawing with this kind of style for a while now. It first started when I got sick of following "normal" gradient and composition, and so decided to abolish the rules and be a little bit more adventurous. Never would I try mixing neon green, blue, and brown markers together with pink and black crayons on top of washes of watercolor. It was a spontaneous move I would say, as if I became a vessel and i just grabbed whatever is on the table and drew whatever came to my mind at that very instance without any planning whatsoever. Chaotic much? you guessed right. Heart break fueled these pieces of work. These are then scanned and edited with photoshop using gradient map and increasing the saturation, a feature that only digitization could achieve.
Culture Shock - 2012
First piece done using this style. Thinking outside the box, skewed viewpoint from what is right and what is wrong. Seeing with the body, pure ecstasy, disregarding logic and following the frantic dance of emotion.
Waiter - 2013
Footsteps becoming like clockwork, abolishing basic anatomy to show disfigurement of one's schedule and sense of time. Waiting for money to be spent and earned. Sadness on one shoulder and monstrosity on the other. Unevenness of vision and financial burden.
Vessel-2013"Life
is like a glass. You are given an empty one by the hands above. Fill it with a
good mixture and you’ll get a good taste of life. Fill it once with toxic and
your glass can never be pristine again. Don’t put too much, for it will be
overpowering in taste. Don’t fill too much, or else your glass won’t hold. As
empty or full as you view the glass, it is a mirroring testament to your
optimistic or pessimistic attitude towards life. But try to fill it to the
fullest brim, slowly and steadily, and with absolute humility your purity will
resonate the potential you make out of your life. "
Continuation of the above. Broken glasses, shattering of dreams. Suicide of art, sadness engulfing the vessel. Crack in the universe, repeating of cycle, immortality of a concept. "
Yes. I have officially gone mad. Put me in Arkham Asylum now. and this is why I don't want to do too much of these personal arts. The more I do it, the more I convince myself that I am a cuckoo. It's too private, maybe even ahead or perhaps way too late for this generation. But the whole experience of painting these is really cathartic, almost like eating sushi/pizza but better. So I'll keep doing it no matter how little time i have in my hand. With this little energy left before plunging myself into yet another string of uni/part-time/volunteer work, I shall bid you sayonara.
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