Whimzy
Ink on Wood
12x12
2012
First exhibit with other artists in the Philippines, wooop!
The Sun may set for now, but the Moon, oh my, the Moon, look how she shines for you.
“I shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love, love, love, above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.”
— Tom Stoppard
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“I shall have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love, love, love, above all. Love as there has never been in a play. Unbiddable, ungovernable, like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.”
— Tom Stoppard
• Ask me anything
• Submit titan arum
Martian Child
January 25th, 2012 - On Autism
To find beauty in someone who has an attention span of three seconds can be, well, a bit frustrating. One has to continuously be alert and conscious of this person’s state.
You want to be patient, but the condition will never be at its best. So when do you know when you are right or wrong? Or both?
I don’t want this anger to pulsate out of me since there is an on-going struggle to find equilibrium with such an individual.
I currently live with a jolly 9 year old girl with mild Autism. We have been in two fights; fist fights. The first time: She took something from my room and would not give back, or she was lying, don’t remember. She did hit me though. The second time was much more violent on her part.
She might have lost her mind a long time ago, but I’m trying to grasp it.
“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.”
—
Vincent van Gogh
(via atomos)
(via metaconscious)
I surrender
How to be grateful and uneasy? How to objectify? Same difference to me. I give up my senses. I am meeting myself. There is no longer the apprehensive layer that distraught my very being.
I keep trying to recollect this layer upon layer, but find nothing. It must have dangled its way and dismembered itself from me. I look back and find nothing. I see nothing behind me, and I try and remember. I keep having this notion to remember.. but, I can’t. And so I’m letting go and letting it settle underground. Maybe somewhere it will grow onto some-thing, or some-one. But not I, I surrender.
Get mawney
You know that transition between freedom and release? Release in a way that you have been given a freedom. So where do you start once freedom isn’t so elusive anymore? I’m currently listening to “Fuck bitches, get money..” and it seems to fit the mood. The ego is seeping in and tearing away all the seams.. giving freedom more body. There’s bullshit everywhere, all the needs to communicate, eh. Shut up. Just hug me? You know you wanna hug. Whether it’s from me or your hand. Poof! Just shut the fuck up. The song’s getting to me.. bwhahhaahha! I’m free. And I don’t know what to do with myself. It so much fun!!!!!
Changing my min so abruptly
Yes, it’s about me
Only want to talk with those who
I miss so dearly
Positive feelings with who
..the one’s I have given my love
the name’s are given above
and beyond..
Understanding the best to come
..give me the strength to be ONE
what do you do.. with the do the DO DO DO dooooo..?
….? “We are miscellaneous..”
What does it mean when you are longing for something? Is it.. desire? Ehh.. Desire. I’d like to call her, Desire, because it’s not one specific idea.. it’s a longing. for whatever places itself in the moment. Whatever it is, it would satisfy Desire. Yes, I’ve got it. But no, I don’t? I’m still calling for Desire. I’m calling for you.. Desire..
DESIRE DESIRE DESIRE DESIRE DESIRE! LET ME IN! Or.. I’ll fall alsleep.. oh yeah, sleeping is much better. I desire to sleep.
