Well... Shit. 

Late night writings #5

And to cure my madness... I paint. The floor is literally littered with painted paper... The images become real after a while.

This is my life. I am responsible and irresponsible. I am rich and broke. The concept of family is elusive. I paint.

Late night writings #2

How do I begin this? I realised I just did. Thought is inevitably what we are all bound by. I mean, think about it. 

We all have the opportunity to think, no matter how small the window. Thus, no action can be formed without actually thinking. So next time you think before you act, think before AND after you think before you act. Just something for us to all think about. 

Do not allow yourself to run away from the power of your mind... But more on that next time.

On the other side of time. I found my self in the belly of a hundred-year-old clock tower, the gears frozen in time. I saw glimpses of the past in the cobwebs and graffiti and dust. Yet when I looked through the crack in the glass of clock's face i saw a future that spread out over the open savannah, endless opportunities, all from an uplifted perspective.

but the carpet's gotta match the drapes... *rainbow voice*

Yuh wah some #sorrel awa? #freshstart sorrel #drink #christmas is around the corner. (at Golden Bell Korean Resturant)

Not sure what this bug is called. I know (or at least I think I do) that it is on the leaf of a "Wonder of the World" plant.  I caught a shot of 'im yesterday morning. It's great to see what the little ones in nature are up to.

The Caveman.

Drawing pictures on the walls of our modern caves

Humility

Now i realise that my art is primitive... My creativity has been subject to entropy. I'm soooooooooooo last decade. Heck, half of me hasn't left the '90s... There is nothing. My style doesn't even exist. Or does it?

Done.

Love the shelf!

Urban pad mixes rustic-modern with reclaimed pieces

Her eyes are so soulful... Their traditional wear is so beautiful though... #awesome!

Today’s photograph features a woman dressed in traditional Iraqi clothing.  Taken in Baghdad, Iraq.

What is done?

Not enough. Simple. We do nothing therefore we are remembered for nothing. But that has to change. Let's change that. Look out for more content from me. I'll do my part.