artwork - one

The mind's intention to be flashy is hard to contain. It is hard to satiate as well, a twin-paradox of sorts. Black and white bloomed to colour and made me feel like I've tried to say too much with too little that it gave the effect of a gagged-conversation between deaf-mutes. 

actually wrote a poem to go with the picture, aimed to be mutually-explanatory. I don't think I got that effect, though. Hence abstaining from writing the same out.

Or very well, here goes:

winter smiles her toothy smile,

looking out from eye to eye;

her teeth are but a broken lot,

the night around in anguish, laughs

so wake up to the coming day,

go grow her out,

help burn this cave;

and something like:

stride ahead and reap some fun,

for like they said it, here she comes.

Don't blame me. I quit poetry - there's better in store elsewhere, or so I believe.

Starting off

Exactly a day after I was told that I was a beautiful person – a remark that made me wish I was. Not that I live a double-life to have provoked that, but… not that I don’t either. There is inevitably a contrast and a resulting cover-up but not to myself. On second thoughts, I do not think of it to be a concealment either, for it is but a parallel to innocent introversion except there’s a marked difference of clarity. In other words, it is not a retraction to shell but a pair of binoculars from my bedroom window with indefinite sight.

Her comment made me reconsider, to look ahead and think back from there. And this way, I founded ‘Joel the singing Frog’ and I found him to be a symbol, a key to inevitable happiness and emotional contention (at least from my present foresight) and I couldn’t let him go from there. He kind of stuck to me; kept ringing inside my head – singing inside my head.

No more a secret, it is a dream to grow kids with some healthy manure than chemicals and pesticides, even if that means they’d remain seedlings forever. I find myself willing to risk that consequence for the sake of progression that could emerge otherwise, and I hope I get someplace with this line of thought.

Wish me luck, whoever.