Free Bird

And a child-like curiosity. I am an ardent believer in the preservation of the child's curiosity. It is our innate nature to be curious. Maturity should not deprave people of their curiosity but instead builds on it. I do not see maturity as a repositioning from one extreme to another but a transfiguration that does not need to be forced but to be nurtured. From the child to the adult being.

So be true, be curious, and grow to be great.

Contemporary

"I have delicate fingers...and a spacesaucer head"

 Hasn't been in this kind of state (while drawing this) for quite a while.

Vitvitskaia

Vitvitskaia

Selamat malam, sayang

Womb

Vitvitskaia is merely a symbol. A metaphor. A symbol representing an 'objective woman'. I have always marveled over the role of 'female', the 'feminine', the 'passive' force, as some esoteric teachings call. There is something about it that stirs me unceasingly. Without the passive the active has no juxtaposition. And there could be no 'neutralizing'. It always seems to me that 'active' is always celebrated and the 'passive' pushed aside. The 'passive', for me, is the door to the subtle. The departure from outward-exclusive attention into the internal.

It happens quite unintentionally for me, this collection of pieces. Now it seems like a story. There is a continuity.

But I guess I'll leave it at that.

Sehnsucht

Sehnsucht

[Divided by zero] Hiraeth. The call back home

Sound of silence

Sehnsucht

Sehnsucht is a German noun translated as "longing", "yearning", or "craving", or in a wider sense a type of "intensely missing".

In these I was trying to capture a certain 'gist'. A 'feeling'. And perhaps it could best be describe by the word 'sehnsucht'. I thought it was a beautiful word. 

White blights, Flight rites

This is for the human potential. This is for What We Are and What We Can Be. For the meditators and thinkers and artists and scientists. For the spirit that lives in us that compels us to move forward in whatever sphere we indulge ourselves in. 

This is for all of us.

This is for me.

The United States of Unity

I like smiling people. Not a smile, simply put, a facial smile. But smile. You should know what I mean if you are indeed still a fine human being.

Point is, I like, smiling people.

But I also like sad people. For the same strength that holds inside. The same chasm and cackling of their finer machinery, or you would say biology, or psychology, or spirituality. What you should in fact know is that it is far from being simply epidermic.

And so I like, love, adore, smiling people, sad people, crying people, jumping people, Asian, Caucasian, Neil Gaiman, people of the Unified Race of Humanity.

I believe in John Lennon. In the uncorrupted, unbranded, genuine article of the good old religions. In the new beacon of light of the scientific era. In whatever form it chooses to crystallize, but nonetheless, truth; unity.

I believe in truth as the language of unity. Love, unity. Goodness, unity. The forces that inspires us, unites us, that dares to listen and inquire and tolerate and help and be selfless, selfish in the sense of oneness of the all.

What is truthful needs not segregate. The existence of any kind of segregation means there are still truths in the deep, dark, unknown.

And if really we're truthful, we shouldn't be afraid. Celebrate.

Please. Reconcile.

Gently. Gently.

Please. Reconcile.