Monday, March 12, 2012

Please. Reconcile.

Gently. Gently.

Please. Reconcile.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Street spirit (Fade Out)

"Street spirit is the darkest thing we've ever done, but I didn't compose it, it composed itself. We were just the messagers. All of our songs, no matter how dark they are, they always have a solution, but not this one. Is like being trapped forever, is the tunnel without the light at the end" -Thom Yorke

Sounds awfully familiar.

All these things into positions.
All these things we'll one day swallow whole.

And fade out again.
Fade out again.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Idea Space

I took a liking in how David Mack describes of it in 'Kabuki'.

"As a child I had learned Calligraphy as "The Seventh Martial Art". The kanji characters integrating word and image together and transcending both. Like calligraphy characters, each image takes on a bigger life and meaning when put next to another. Until they seem to have a movement and life of their own."

"I learn a new kind of concentration."

"I enter an Idea Space."

"In Idea Space... New ideas come faster than I can draw them or write them. More like I conduct them."

"More like they conduct me..."

"And I try to keep up."

It's definitely a peculiar way of understanding the psychology of ideas. And perhaps to the layman's it won't pass off as being genuine.

But artists know it. Artist, not as in the person who creates illustrations or sculptures or costumes or music or anything, but artist, the listener and the reproducer of his experience.

As I struggled through resistance, pen in my right hand, anxiety on my left, and a crapload of smog in my mind, I noticed it staring at me. Somewhere it didn't make sense. That I had known it from before. That I have been 'there'. That I know that I wouldn't leave.

But that's another story.

And the next moment, I am the person staring at me. I am the 'idea'. In David Mack's beautiful interpretation, entering his Idea Space.

More than I can translate them.

"Furnace". "Bitch". "Distractions". "Brain Child". A lot of doors. A me of some distant past. Or future, I can't tell. Images of this and that. Some weird way to connect things. Now 'I' am conducting my instrument, I am painting flawlessly, not in a technical sense whatsoever, but flawlessly nonetheless.

And now, now, I am amnesiac. I am back at my body and I bring what I can and yet, yet, I bloody know that it isn't enough.

I guess that's the beauty in it, though.


For all I'm worth. Is all that I gave forth.
If it just so happens that it isn't enough. I hope that you would wait.

For I am still just a child.

In illusion of grandiose.

Perhaps, perhaps, I am the Queen of Illusions.

Bitch (Queen of Illusions)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Moon Trills

Slept all day today. Got up when it was getting dark and straight up to photoshop and painted this. There's just, this surge driving me. And Radiohead's Bloom loops endlessly in the background. 

Weird day. 

Moon Trills

My brain's a mash. That goes without saying. 

Friday, February 3, 2012

Bangers & Mash

This concludes my day. Nothing else. Not today. Today, it's just this. Just this, and this, and this.

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

New pulse.

I can't help but notice, through the course of natural observation, that I am becoming distant. Distant, not in the sense of a negative value, but as a 'fact'. It's not even a complaint than it is an impartial observation.

The thing is this.

In the style that is familiar to my existence, distant is as much intimate as intimate can be. It's different, yet there's nothing to be questioned about the differences. In that 'new pulse', it's just, the same.

I rest my case.

That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough

Apotheosis (It's crumbling. It's building) 

Koyuki (Don't be afraid, don't hide, don't hold back)

Sine Qua Non

Sine qua non (Meet Mr. Outré)

Obsessive Repulsive

Capricious (Technically, he's dead) 


I'll let them talk for me.

Divided by zero

"Divided by zero" is a project title under-construction. Well maybe I shouldn't use that term since it is technically still pretty much in abstract. I was writing the script and starting on thumbs a while back, but in was put on halt. Can't really feel the sense of urgency for the creation of this, yet.

And here's a few illustrations of the said title. I like to call it a 'being in creation', than a 'thing'. But then that would sound a little bit too spiritual for my image (LOL). Nah I don't care :P

 Our cosy, little eden


Divided by zero

Almost a heartbeat. But not yet.


Gonna wrap this recap thingy soon.
I'd wanna start updating normally. It's to tiring (not to mention uninspiring) to be posting something that is a 100 years old as if they're new updates. Rawr.

Imaginarium, portraiture of the eccentric logic


Meta-gestures 0.1 [Pathway to Pandora's (In search of objective beauty)]

Rest well, love

Welcome back, cheeky prince

Monday, January 30, 2012

Part two.



Meta-gestures 0.3 (Law of Three) 

Meta-gestures 0.8 [Oh, Mr. Wiseman (Tell me something about me)]

Repression at the face of truth

Reverie 3

Weird nothings




Gorls 02 

Saturday, January 28, 2012


Jiwo in effort to fill in what shenanigans he's up to during the quiet times. Part 1 of infinity-i'll-be-damned-before-i-get-this-done.
Lately I haven't been having too much words in my mind too.

Excuse my shortness and poor choice of words. :P

Apostle, children of the masked

Baby blue

Feat kucing nen

Fox dear fox, what game has you

gorls 01

Monokuro! mobile studio 

Philology (A proclaimation of nerdiness) 

All bits are a part of everything =) 

Meta-gestures 0.4 [Culture Shock (Madame Floral's Virgin Voyage)]

Meta-gestures 0.2 [Organic machinery (What had become of us)] 


Obligatory Radiohead post

Because they are fucking awesome. Whoever needs drugs?
My whole inspirational-part-of-being is wholly spelled by their sounds. A resonance that vibrates not only with, but beneath all the flesh and bones.

And I'm gonna emphasize on the 'enjoying' part.

This is a reminder to myself, "Enjoy the ride while it lasts".

Bit me, bit me, bit me, oh
I've got the poison, poison
And I want more
Get you an armoured car
They're gonna throw a rock
Stare into the light
The pyramid is power
If you are on the top
Then it is a long drop
If you stare into the dark,
The dark will stare back
Back into your soul

I want to thank you, thank you, thank you all
I'm having such a good time, a good time, had enough?

Friday, January 27, 2012

Not quite back. Not yet.

Let me try and force myself to update this. There's this bundle of stuffs I did throughout the sabbatical (that is still somewhat on-going).

Yeah...updates. Maybe a bit. Dang. I'm lazy already.

Visualization for Rin's 03

Gorls 03

Visualization for Rin's 01/02