Tag: art
‘Typing’ (2016)
Going through my archives, one folder, one sketchbook, one box at a time. Here’s one of my favourites. The colours turned out exactly how I imagined them to be. I can’t remember what paper I used for this one but it held pigment so well (or maybe it’s the quality of paint I used). I…
Once Upon A Small Night
“Once Upon A Small Night”November 2021acrylic on 6 cm x 8 cm canvasoriginal miniature painting by yours truly
I long to dwell in an ocean of fancies
I long to dwell in the ocean of fanciesanother body of water after a Countless.How can I help but dream of fishing every nightto catch such anything that puts me in bliss? I’d like to lay in a blanket of daisies—for the soil itself to be strands of my tresses.Does it matter if my eyes…
Slower mornings
Pebrero 2022
On repeat: 장덕 4집 – 님 떠난 후 / 이팔청춘의 고백 (1986)
Sometimes I listen to one song over and over again the whole day, even days. Or months. The title song, <님 떠난 후> (“After You Leave,” Jang Deok) in particular, has been my go-to pick-me-up tune for about two months now. The bittersweet lyrics going with the upbeat instrumentals never fails to perk me up…
Today is Wednesday
This new year of the moon brings forth a kind of ends-and-beginnings that go in medias res: in the middle of things where changes are all slow and sudden and still.
Projection
I am closing my eyes as the gentle up-and-down of this music carry me through the faint tangibility of my soul I’ve turned back to the music, the mysticism of art as my tears have now started to fall and I risk drowning in my nature I am silent, stuck and shaking, nervous as is…
‘Blue Hour’ (2021)
The gallery, for now. However all of café gyü‘s artworks are going to arrange themselves someday, I have no idea yet. For now, I have stopped thinking about such so I could make more of them instead. Make more in whatever daylight remains by the time I awake. This is the season of sunsets and…
A telegram: smoke
The neighbouring volcano is awakening. At last, says Old Pinatubo to its young mentee, but you do not do it like me; like I did, had done. intense, all-consuming unlike you, a trap: covering house by house with smog like how you would boil a frog slowly filling in each nostrilwith every piece of your…
Art, in medias res
Art, whether verbal, visual, or variegated, is the human reminder that life is in medias res. We are thrown into this world: us of naïveté and our surroundings that in times are simply of utter confusion. But the thrown-ness of life is always more than that. It is thrown-ness of possibilities: our world as a place…