The polarity between the sensational and the mundane is also the dichotomy between the sensational and the sensory in which the latter is left unmarked, unvoiced and unattended to, as a banal element of the everyday.

-Nadia Seremetakis

Thursday, March 18

Wednesday, March 17

day 54

"she was full of heart"

Tuesday, March 16

day 53

untitled

it's been a while
have skipped a number of days
lost in thoughts and idle movements
finally home again
6 fingered
and donning cubic hair

Thursday, March 11

updates

art-a-day will resume by the end of this week
have been slacking with the scanning
bad me

upcoming photo and story projects

"Woman to Woman" sticker download can be found on the sidebar

nothing else to report
but in the meantime, here's a roid-art to take up space

taxonomy

Wednesday, March 10

Woman to Woman

















as part of this year's International Women's Day (IWD), i started the "Woman to Woman Project".
this project involves the fun business of stickers and the simple task of sharing a simple message passed from one woman to another.

"I think you're Beautiful"

give it to women, anywhere and everywhere
from friends to random strangers
to share the message of woman strength and beauty
and how it can be found in every woman
and especially in ourselves

you can download and print the stickers from here

Thursday, February 25

torn

you tore my lips
with but your gaze
and now bitter blood 
escapes my wound
with words i vowed
my lips won't utter 
now it all sputters 
onto your face
my blood and words of bitter 

Sunday, February 21

days 49 - 52


"messages to you & everywhere"

Saturday, February 20

upon a purple sunset. conversation



i am alone
so am i
but you have so many friends around you. you have a lovely man who loves you
but I still feel alone
but you have them. i don’t have anybody. no friends. no lover. no body
i have all of them, but i still feel alone
you have no right to feel alone. you have them
i know. but yes, i feel alone
i am truly alone
me too  

Thursday, February 18

day 47 & 48

"brother. brother. give. take"

Wednesday, February 17

Unraveled

It was crowded, yet again. I looked up and saw her. She was standing right in front of me, her face beaming as brightly as the plastic orange seat I was sitting on. She smiled; I turned away, casting my face downwards, pretending to sleep. Lying through the pretense of my slumber – I was getting good at it. Besides, I knew that she was not as old as she looked, and that despite appearances, my body was more tired than hers: I had been working the whole day. Tiredness and age are not proportionate variables, this much I knew. I looked up briefly and soaked in what I could see of her. It was always my belief that one should always know the faces of the ones they love, hate, are betraying, hurting, mocking, or killing: ownership. She looked like a dozen carnations popping out of a block of cement: the sturdiness of her body, erased by the aura of colors and fragrance of flowers. She was like a memory. I could also see the density of grays that peeked out of her hand-woven sun-hat. Her hair was beautifully bun up with intricate braids that ran along both sides of her oblong head. I sliced my eyes open from my fake slumber again and saw blurry hands, viciously in motion: like a murmur on steroids. She was knitting something. Orange.

... 

Monday, February 15

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once upon a window

once upon a window
he saw a choir of clouds
singing praises over a land
they called him to join them
but alas, he chose to reside in his darkness
behind the glass of the window
never opened
and there he forever stayed

inversions

sometimes it's nice to see things the other way round. talking to the back of someone's head instead of their face - you get to avoid unnecessary changing facial expressions. brushing your teeth - still with a toothbrush - but with a different hand, so as to enjoy the awkwardness of the experience. i remember reading somewhere that doing things differently, even simple things like the using a different hand to brush your teeth, or closing your eyes when in the shower, helps prevent memory loss in old age. that is certainly a good thing now, isn't it. 

inversions. to be inverted. or to invert. inside-out. flip. flops. just don't drop.



day 46

"dream mother"

Sunday, February 14

day 45

"February 14"

finally updated with art-a-day
o what beauty it is
the efficiency of well-oiled machines
with the willingness of flesh
perked 
productivity

days 41- 44

"Kohl"


"moth maiden"


"the fountain"


"comatose"

days 39 & 40

"Cityscape"


"The Forest"

day 38


"bimbo-eating plant"

days 32- 37

"notes on her" 


"butterflies on a zebra"

"chimneys"


"flower boy" 

"love us!"

"the clowns"

day 31 | dream bottle


days 27- 30 | faces