Wed, Apr 13, 2005
up the lift
as the lift door closed, darkness swirled below my sights. perhaps because it was a bright day outside, perhaps i'm a little tired from the jog.
it began to rise, filling up more of my vision. And i welcomes it, closing my eyes. Light is always associated with the positive, and darkness is always tagged to the negative. But now, to me, darkness feels jus fine.
Perhaps we shouldn't stereotype light and darkness so much to good and bad. How would you like to experience daylight 24 hours each day. At the though of this, its appeal seem to wane. And what is the the function of the eyelid anyway. to bring darkness i'd say.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Appreciation
Wed, Apr 13, 2005
out jogging (morning)
it occured to me that the displays and creation of Arts, while many, mostly consists of those that we See and Hear and Taste. Most artists choose to, or jus happen to emphasis or revolve their efforts around these senses. Art, through the sense of touch is much lacking, as compared.
i see the contrast of shadows between the covered walkways, at the time, in such a way that the light and shaded split the path into an equal half.
relaxing as i feel the breeze with my eyes closed, i became more aware of self through perceiving my surroundings with how i feel. the breeze is welcoming. we could show Art from the perspective of self: i thought. can the feeling of wind flowing past my face, my hair be captured on a portrait from the eyes of self? Or the thumping of the heart be felt through a picec of creation? how can i open these feelings to others?
I realised that how much an individual can appreciate Art rests on how much is he willing to appreciate it, and how much is he willing to be aware of its presence in everyday life.
out jogging (morning)
it occured to me that the displays and creation of Arts, while many, mostly consists of those that we See and Hear and Taste. Most artists choose to, or jus happen to emphasis or revolve their efforts around these senses. Art, through the sense of touch is much lacking, as compared.
i see the contrast of shadows between the covered walkways, at the time, in such a way that the light and shaded split the path into an equal half.
relaxing as i feel the breeze with my eyes closed, i became more aware of self through perceiving my surroundings with how i feel. the breeze is welcoming. we could show Art from the perspective of self: i thought. can the feeling of wind flowing past my face, my hair be captured on a portrait from the eyes of self? Or the thumping of the heart be felt through a picec of creation? how can i open these feelings to others?
I realised that how much an individual can appreciate Art rests on how much is he willing to appreciate it, and how much is he willing to be aware of its presence in everyday life.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
such a life...
Sunday, April 03, 2005
watched Turn Left Turn Right:
I’d like to live such a life…. Not the romance of the story, but the romance of their world… The life of a musician, of a writer, they’re seemingly unaffected by the worries of the realistic world. No loud music, no rush, no stress… Their thoughts and longings so simple, yet so deep. Their lives so ordinary, yet so desired.
There is absence of the common rush for success that is determined by the society. In living their lives the way they want, they are successful in their own rights. Their contentment is the best proof.
watched Turn Left Turn Right:
I’d like to live such a life…. Not the romance of the story, but the romance of their world… The life of a musician, of a writer, they’re seemingly unaffected by the worries of the realistic world. No loud music, no rush, no stress… Their thoughts and longings so simple, yet so deep. Their lives so ordinary, yet so desired.
There is absence of the common rush for success that is determined by the society. In living their lives the way they want, they are successful in their own rights. Their contentment is the best proof.
Friday, April 01, 2005
words...
Thur 24th Mar 2005
earth girl arjuna 08:
If words are often misunderstood, den why do people still depend on them?
It is because words give form. Words give form to shifting feelings…and a reality that is hard to grasp.
By combining those forms in many different ways, it brings together memories.
If people had never been acquainted with words… we may not have been able to think the way we do now. However, people become so caught up with the power of words, that they give meaning to the actual words themselves.
It is like allowing a shadow to become an object in itself. Giving it its own unique form that is artificial... Like giving life to shadows that only reflects the existence of the object that forms it, and initially have no substance.
They have forgotten the now..., and everything that does not speak those words. The whispers that does not express themselves in words… like the smell of rain that tingles our skin, that elusive feeling upon wakening from a dream, and the nature wind you cannot even see… They are forgotten.
Even among the people who speak the same words, their feelings are scattered all over the place. But that can’t be helped. The purpose of words is to categorize. When I call out to your name, or when you call me, these words actually separate us by a greater distance. How much of me are you calling by my name? By defining the me you know by my name, you leave out the rest of me from this area called, my name.
By calling something by a word, we actually limit our understanding of the true nature of the object. The nature of the word encloses the object within a boundary. As a result, the word does not, and can never, represent the entirety of the object… Like a photo with limits that fails to capture the rest of the scenery beyond its sides…
But still…
(this is very open-ended throughout. interprete in ur own context.
but if u this this is crap, forget you ever read this and don't bug me about it...
and this applies to all my future postings too.)
earth girl arjuna 08:
If words are often misunderstood, den why do people still depend on them?
It is because words give form. Words give form to shifting feelings…and a reality that is hard to grasp.
By combining those forms in many different ways, it brings together memories.
If people had never been acquainted with words… we may not have been able to think the way we do now. However, people become so caught up with the power of words, that they give meaning to the actual words themselves.
It is like allowing a shadow to become an object in itself. Giving it its own unique form that is artificial... Like giving life to shadows that only reflects the existence of the object that forms it, and initially have no substance.
They have forgotten the now..., and everything that does not speak those words. The whispers that does not express themselves in words… like the smell of rain that tingles our skin, that elusive feeling upon wakening from a dream, and the nature wind you cannot even see… They are forgotten.
Even among the people who speak the same words, their feelings are scattered all over the place. But that can’t be helped. The purpose of words is to categorize. When I call out to your name, or when you call me, these words actually separate us by a greater distance. How much of me are you calling by my name? By defining the me you know by my name, you leave out the rest of me from this area called, my name.
By calling something by a word, we actually limit our understanding of the true nature of the object. The nature of the word encloses the object within a boundary. As a result, the word does not, and can never, represent the entirety of the object… Like a photo with limits that fails to capture the rest of the scenery beyond its sides…
But still…
(this is very open-ended throughout. interprete in ur own context.
but if u this this is crap, forget you ever read this and don't bug me about it...
and this applies to all my future postings too.)
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