The Blog now has a new title!
Lost in Tranquility
Yeaheah. Because I really am right now. Well not really. Mix of wishful thinking and what I am right now. (Which makes no sense really.)
I really need to get hold of my bearings, but the me being who I am...I don't think I'll feel 100% comfortable until I accomplish my 'next' tick box in my forever long to-do-list. And because this is me we're talking about, that's going to take fooooreva :P
Well, I guess that's a good and a bad thing right? Forever exploring.
(:
Anyways, I've got something new! Inspired by my friend Bernadine's little poem. I love the little scribble so much, so much imagery!
Finis
"It is ultimately
How the world ends
Not in fear
Nor calamity
But quiet in its stillness
And unremarkable in its impact.
Thus the world ends
For very Small,
Insignificant
Man."
- Bernadine Yong
"It is ultimately
How the world ends
Not in fear
Nor calamity
But quiet in its stillness
And unremarkable in its impact.
Thus the world ends
For very Small,
Insignificant
Man."
- Bernadine Yong
She doesn't really agree with the interpretation, but this is my version. I know she wanted it to be more 'apocalyptic' feel to the picture, but I was in a good mood when I drew this. And just because something's crashing around you/finishing, doesn't mean it has to be horrible right? The part of you will stay with that memory, and a little part of you will rendition and grow into the new 'you'.
She also wrote couple more different ones which she thought would be more suited for this. I agree, aand disagree...I mean, I think I just like the original poem too much that I'm going to be stubborn on any other ones P: Here's one of them!
They say –
If wishes were fishes
We'd cast nets out to sea
A plentiful harvest of
Hopes and dreams
(not)
ethereal --
gossamer-light
they slip through my fingers
They say
If wishes were fishes
there is a special one for you
and me.
(liars).
I do like this, except for the last bit only because I'm not really talking about lovers. If only I was eloquent enough to finish off that passage! So I moved it around, what do you guys think of this one?
ethereal --
gossamer-light
they slip through my fingers.
They say –
If wishes were fishes
We'd cast nets out to sea
A plentiful harvest of
Hopes and dreams
(not)
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