How many times does one fall in love
to someone that is so beautiful and dear
and unable to grasp and hold it close

My gaze remain locked
at this beautiful thing
swimming about gracefully
without any concern of the attention it receives

I clasps my hands together
On one hand, it’s as if I’m begging
for it to come to me
While on the other, letting my internal tensions
fade away through my fingertips
slowly, gently, with ease…
and to let it go…

Full size art at DeviantArt, and you can buy it as a print if you like it.

I drew the panda – at least that’s something small that I’d brag about :p.

And yeah, as much as they are so stealth that I don’t know the details, if you are using email to handle support queries, you’d be interested in joining the mailing list at http://sapo.to/ for an upcoming solution for your support email hell.

Knowing the team behind it, it’s definitely going to be really exciting! 😄

Going through a slightly rougher patch in life at the moment. The only refuge I can take at the moment is to stay still and be in tune with my true self within.

When life becomes tough and I feel like grumbling about the inconveniences and roadblocks that is in front of me, it’s necessary to remember that I should be seeing the situation from a different vantage point.

With a little bit of detachment, a different viewpoint and maybe with a sprinkle of imagination, life is beautiful after all.

Been digging through a lot of older artworks of mine that I didn’t get to post when I first drew them last year or so. This is one of those iPad finger painting art that I’ve done on Adobe Ideas before I became a fan of Autodesk’s Sketchbook. What I liked about the app is that the you can choose a colour swatch of only five colours as your main palette and the “constraint” does forces me to be creative in using opacity extensively to blend colours. (technically I can still swap the swatches – still it’s a bit tedious if I were to swap the swatches in and out)

Onto the art, it’s a bit of a reflection of how kids would admire the adults and wished that they would …

We are born pure, without pretension.

I may have grown up to whoever I am now, and yet it’s possible that I may not be completely born yet. I’ve been raised and get used to following and chasing what others has told us to do, what ideals we should pursue, what standards to meet. From time to time, I feel a cry from within – a thug felt in the heart, sorrow and misery seeping in and felt through my veins.

What do I feel, I could not explain.

May be, just may be, there’s an inner baby within myself – wanting to be born, to see the world with fresh eyes. If that’s true, please let it be born: breaking away the husk, the shell and the façade, let me be alive …

Look! I designed stickers for Webcamp KL! Graphic design is fun :).

This art is greatly inspired by Dr Jill Bolte Taylor’s phenomenal TED talk: to be more specific about it’s the second part of the talk when she tries to express her out-of-the-world experience during the time when had a stroke.

I really wished that I could expand further what transpired me during those mesmerizing moments listening to her and coming up with this piece of art. My own inept attempt to describe it is that I hold on to the concept of “me” (the ego), that I’m separate from other entities within this plane of existence. However, I’m having a belief, or rather a hypothesis if you would put it that way, that there indeed exists a collective consciousness that bind us as a unifying whole, or wholeness.

There’s no …

I got my first Moleskine notebook, thanks to the 20% notebook sale Cziplee is having. I’m a nerd when it comes to stationery :).

As I took the train home, just to kill time I start to doodle on the cover page. It started off with some random patterns on the top-right corner of the page. As I go on, it’s almost as if I’m got into a trance: engrossing and engaging in this creative activity. I would then go on adding random basic shapes that don’t resemble anything and the doodles organically spreads out until it filled up the page. By the time when I completed it, the train stops at exactly the station where I’m supposed to get off.

I recall a study mentioning that every doodle reflects a …