Art, or mid-life crisis?

November 30, 2010

Painting corner in my apt

I first thought of building a raft out of plastic bottles and wooden pallets, as an art project. In my design, it even had an outrigger for stability. I wanted to test it out in Lake Titiwangsa to see if it’d sink or float – maybe i’d set an animal on it, like a goat or something.

When I sounded out the idea the looks I got were ones of incredulity.

I then went to Nanyang art supplies in Chinatown and got myself canvases, paintbrushes, paints, an easel, mixing slabs & sponges, and started painting. In the photo above is the second of a possible series of pussy willows; the first is now hung in Macaw’s house in Bangsar- I had presented it as a housewarming gift.



November 29, 2010

I saw this truck on Jalan Sungai Buloh heading to the doghouse presumably

Storm warning

November 3, 2010

Just now, as I write this, the state of Terengganu is beseiged in a violent tropical thunderstorm.  The window from my office in Kemaman looks out to the interstate, a double-carriage that, for lack of a tolled highway, sees traffic from Kota Bahru all the way to Johor Bahru. The rain is heavy and unrelenting, deluging and enveloping everything in a translucent glaze.  There are still cars on the road challenging nature’s wrath, these drivers could barely see 10 meters ahead- I guess they could risk it because their desire to get home is even greater.

The sound that it makes is one of fury, a deafening drone that enlists the rooftops, garbage cans, leaves & branches of trees, road tarmacs, my own parked car & howling dogs into a frightful orchestra, where one would involuntarily jolt whenever Lei Gong joins in with his cymbals. 
But it is yet another time when I feel most at peace.  I feel as if I am in a bubble, a cocoon. As if there is nothing else in the world but the sound of rain.

After the rain in Kemaman This video link is for music from a time I choose to forget, when I almost veered into Kenny G territory(I didn’t).

Lei gong