After the last midtown show

March.

The way we see the world

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It is far beyond impossible to skip meals here. At least not under mom’s watch. Well I could, but the food. The FOOD. I’m a sucka for really good home cooked food. Mummy’s like a food genie. My food wish list is her command. I love her to bits cracks and pieces.

Not looking forward for Sing ah purr.

I think it is absolutely surreal to go around the globe and experience countless of cultures. India’s definitely one of the few stops I’ve gta make. Then Europe. Italy, Venice. Life needs more then one colour, more then a language, more then a mind, more then more.

Whoever thought that opening a box of Anti virus program could get you a paper cut. One, it is covered with plastic, secondly it’s a box, good quality cardboard to be precise. Not paper, but card hard board. Such materials serves no chances of paper cutting anyone. Does it? Amidst the ‘sharp’ edges. So how did I end up with a bleed?

A lot of cuts compiled into one excuse I guess. I have the tendency of painting a whole landscape of mountains rather then just a focal area to the trees or, the lake or, the huts. With that said, I do pay attention to the smallest, micro of detail from the height of the mountains, to the colours, shades, hues, highlights, the way how each grown up hill were created by the Almighty. How each slopes affects the entire gradient and concept of the nature. How the sun cast its shadows onto the grass patches that covers the entire hill, how the moon sings to them at night. The small things. Painting a whole bunch of them onto a canvas then a tiny not so much of a story picture.

Maybe that’s the problem of painting landscapes. One runs out of paints, and brushes way too fast in contrast to another soul who paints only the important subjects. But what can one do when all the not so important subjects makes up the whole picture. When the not so important creates so much more meaning to life. The illogical. What do you do with them? Forget them, ditch them, eliminate them, throw them out.  No? This heart’s way too sentimental for such doing. Let’s just sit and think and write.

My flickr’s real dusty but I will update soon! Sneak of my Chinatown yesterday. Happy CNY all!