Thursday, March 18, 2010

guten abend!

"So how does it feel like living a semi-minimalist (seminimalist?) lifestyle?"

"It's not too bad. I try to do things as minimal as I possibly can."

I.O

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

places, dreams and adventures

After quite some time promised, Thousand £ Bend with the female Robert Langdon.

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For once, no dramas nor stories. Just the humble company of a friend, caffeine, and an indie atmosphere.

However, I did bring along a new gift, technically more of unused than 'new', from abroad along with me. An all-in-one/travel moleskin which contains various maps of San Francisco and in it were few doodles already drawn.

After your 'skinny' latte arrived, you spoke of your own little personal project called the 'Lunch Box series'. Which is based on (how original) a tin lunch box you had bought which had stickers on it and the adventures you and 'it' will have. or something like that, sorry.
Coming from someone who studied history and literature, Islamic civilization and looks like a post-grad student; I couldn't tell if you were joking or actually serious.

So I gave you the moleskin,

"Pick a page and write something."

You laughed and actually said you used to this a long time ago back before you actually grew up and that it was childish.
After a while and after I actually said "I got color pencils", you decided to write something in glee but not before drawing a rainbow.

And so you wrote,

"It's okay to look back, it's not going to bite."
with a drawing of a mouth actually biting the word 'bite'. Followed by "I'm just a happy person ok..." and a signature.

a piece which will surprise people because it wasn't drawn by a twelve year old.


I look forward in watching your Lunch Box series turn into a movie, Yon.


I.O

Monday, March 1, 2010

'tears of my lyla'

Perhaps this is my story.

Today, I've made my peace. With? My own impossibility.

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'Picture-perfect' nights.

I sat there looking at you.

You stood there for hours, staring at the paintings - wearing them down with your eyes.

To me, this gallery was no different than the other ones we've seen and definitely one I wouldn't visit more than once. Nothing fancy - white brick walls with a crack window at the entrance and in it stood an array of painting, sculptures, poetry and photography from a local prodigy.

You name it, the prodigy has probably thought about it. Cubism, Goth, Shakespearean, Arctic-wisdom, Palladionism, Novelistic - every seven degrees of contrast, done. Impressive but not of my liking.

Not to mention, they were insanely pricey. to me atleast.

But it was different for you.

Each one, captivated you as you analyze them - frame by frame. For hours you stood there, talking to yourself as if by talking to the artwork, you were able to understand it. To you, they were all familiar - all of them had the same face.

As I sat there looking at you looking at the picture. I finally understood why.

Each one of it was dedicated for you. Each one of it was inspired by you. Every single one was of you.

You didn't just know this 'prodigy', you're a part of him. with love.


"brilliance" written by I.O & M.