Painting is just another way of keeping a diary.
Posted: March 21, 2012 Filed under: Life, Posts in English | Tags: art, brush, creativity, drawing, painting, sketch, Travel, travel journal, watercolor 8 Comments »I’m back.
Sketchbook, brushes and watercolors. A tiny collection, a very minimum supply. But I’m enjoying my time (a surplus of anything won’t guarantee your happiness), making a mess in my room. During weekends, the windows are wide open. The sunlight is pouring in. On weekdays, arriving at home late at night, I’m embracing the light bulbs and the sound of the cicadas. Sitting in front of my dressing table, I’m coloring some of the drawings I’ve made the previous days, while waiting for my hair to dry. The sweet smell of the shampoo is wafting over my head.
I take the luxury of ordering beautiful illustration books, which are so darn expensive. But I am saving my money to get these books onto my working desk, with the same amount of determination that may be possessed by a woman who has been craving for a pair of branded shoes for years. Books, of any kind, have always become my most valuable possessions. Especially when the books are beautifully illustrated!
Lately, sketchbooks and journals of artists and painters draw me in. It’s like peeking into their creative minds and nibbling at it (hmm, sounds zombie-ish, but no, it’s actually ‘nibbling’ in a rather cute way!)
Thus, I’m back with my sketchbook, brushes, and watercolors. Something I’ve given up hope for long ago. But now it feels exciting and dear to me again, all of a sudden. Travel journal catches my heart as it captures three things that I’m so in love with: traveling, writing, and drawing.
So, I’m starting to paint Hong Kong while preparing myself to paint my future journeys.
Painting is just another way of keeping a diary | Pablo Picasso
Hate. Love. Life.
Posted: December 29, 2011 Filed under: Life | Tags: hate, Life, Love, sketch 21 Comments »Hate.
Ya, mungkin saja benci itu serupa ubur-ubur. Dia transparan dan seringkali terlihat menggoda. Kamu tahu dia bisa menyengat, tapi seperti anak kecil yang nakal dan penasaran, kamu menyentuhnya juga. Dan tiba-tiba saja racunnya menjalari dirimu, kata-katamu, pikiranmu, juga tindakanmu. Kamu lelah mencoba membuat orang yang kamu benci nampak buruk. Mencoba membuatnya jatuh tersungkur. Lalu kamu sadar waktumu tercurah… terus, dan terus, dan terus, untuk semua itu: untuk hal-hal yang tak membuat dirimu menjadi atau merasa lebih baik.
Love.
Aku pikir, cinta itu bentuknya mirip burung hantu. Bisa imut, bisa lucu, tapi kali lain menyeramkan, seperti tengah bersiap menerkam. Terkadang, yang namanya cinta cuma mengawasi dalam diam. Dan entah mengapa aku selalu percaya cinta itu makhluk nokturnal. Mungkin karena aku sering kangen kamu malam-malam. Apalagi kalau turun hujan. Dan kamu itu penuh kejutan—seperti dekuk burung hantu: mengagetkan!
Life.
Asalkan kamu tidak mengusiknya, hidup juga akan berjalan apa adanya. Baik-baik saja. Mungkin tidak sempurna, tapi tak mengapa. Kita selalu punya seribu satu cara untuk menikmatinya, seperti panda yang tak pernah bosan berteman pohon-pohon bambu. Ya, life is what you make of it. Jadi, nikmati saja tiap tawanya, juga air mata.
