Randomly

"Seize the moment!"
It happened oh-so-au contraire with me. Most of the time, moment takes me by surprise and it seized me! When it does, I snap it with my camera...
Crossing the bamboo bridge..
Green Village
chillaxing
This Ganesha is made out of black bamboo... 
one of those images you shot but don't want to waste, then goofing is one of the fun opt!
one of those images you shot but don't want to waste, then goofing is one of the fun opt!
I made these brushes! Left to right: deer tail, back deer tail, squirrel tail, fox tail *
*no animal was harmed during the process, all are from taxidermist or zoo
chaiiiiii...
black rice cake with pumpkin by yours trully...
brushstrokes and fire,
run that day, the water system
that temple on the hill... way up the hill
river in the middle of your run? so worth to dip!
all those pretty things...

thank you all for stopping by and viewing the post...
xxx

Brokenness

I am a firm believer of "when a series of small things brought together, it creates great things".
I always love the shape of a bowl. Its rounded, holds and whole... there is nothing more beautiful in life than wholeness.When a bowl broke into pieces, it lost it wholeness. Collecting the broken pieces and turning it into another beauty was behind this jewelry series.

"There is no perfection, only beautiful version of brokenness" S. Alder

These porcelain ceramic is handmade and high fired with a gas kiln, then I added bezel and bail hammered in 925 sterling silver, et voila...

White shirt dress

When I started with this blog of mine, it was the continuance of the style diary web that was shut down permanently. Knowing that I can put more words onto blogspot platform, I think"might as well". So some of my posts were started as a random rant that I wanted to write down, some friends asked about my holidays, where I’ve been, what I’ve seen and how much was this and that, how good was this and that -- the travel posts evolved. Some friends started to bit*h about shi*s in their life and I simply couldn’t contain all so I write them down. I start to write about what I feel that day in results of what people out-pour to me, some write up were what I experienced or what I've heard, or vaguely heard. Don't believe that everything I wrote is happening to me, oh God forbid! But do believe it happened in life, take a lesson, and I am glad if you do!

Madura Yellow Batik

While prepping for wood-fire of the anagama kiln, I have taking notes of all the potteries that I needed to make.... and then, overthinking things start to take over.

Overthinking feels helpful, but it really leads to negative thoughts! I finally come to my senses and start to sort things out… shape that I am not sure, rims that are too thin, shapes that hardly stacks.
In all honesty, this overthinking matter actually covers all areas in life as well, so this is what I did:


#clayeverydamnday

Creativity is not a switch that’s flicked on or off, most of the time I have this potters-block (if there is such a thing). And I refuse to Pinterest!

For me, creativity is a way of seeing, engaging and responding to the world around me. I am surrounded by awesome artists! Although not everyone is directly engaging their thoughts or inspiration to me, I often loved to just talk to them, sometimes about random things or things that happens currently. The talking, gives me inspirations.

When I can call out my creativity, my practicality seems to brought me to create things that are functional. One day, I talked to Inky pots, and the last conversation around pottery she said “Throw a shape that you like! It doesn’t have to be functional, just as long as you love it.”

It strikes me, and the bottle series evolved. I am going to pursue this on my own time…

Hashtag clay-every-damn-day is on point!

Journey

It was a great evening and great dining experience last night… There was a slide show and presentation about some great places in some parts of the world with people, culture et all. It was quiet impressing! The presenter was even determined that she'll be back to one of the place she went.

I am sure some of us do feels that from time to time about a certain place :)

But last night, the magical feeling for me is to see the presenter's expression when she told us about how a place can impact her so much! The mix emotions reflected so much on her face; the excitement, the sharing, the teary eyes...

Each of us must have feelings towards a certain place, a certain space or a certain time that we hold on to. A place that we wished to go back to and to discover as it was when we left.

Sadly, most of the time the place is not the same as it was anymore, yet we can be so caught in the moment and feels for at least a second that happy-joyful-serenity feelings that is familiar to us.

Mostly; our circumstance, our condition or our current state has somehow changed, maybe the place has changed, the space, and time has surely changed. But our feelings remains! Feelings are feelings and it doesn't have any labels nor necessarily resonate in the same frequency.

I am always into new experiences, making new memories... there is a certain thrill on learning anew, discovering new occurrence; it’s such a joy! Journey ahead!

Ode

I am a big fan of Haruki Murakami, there is a certain “song” and “rhyme” that I cannot quiet describe nor put notation on, but he wrote in this sense that only him can understand and feels –the readers mostly can relate to it OR taking such gratitude for being on the opposite side of the negativity. I am the second.

Quoting his “South of the Border, West of the Sun”
“Have you heard of the illness hysteria siberiana? Try to imagine this: You're a farmer, living all alone on the Siberian tundra. Day after day you plow your fields. As far as the eye can see, nothing. To the north, the horizon, to the east, the horizon, to the south, to the west, more of the same. Every morning, when the sun rises in the east, you go out to work in your fields. When it's directly overhead, you take a break for lunch. When it sinks in the west, you go home to sleep. And then one day, something inside you dies. Day after day you watch the sun rise in the east, pass across the sky, then sink in the west, and something breaks inside you and dies. You toss your plow aside and, your head completely empty of thought, begin walking toward the west. Heading toward a land that lies west of the sun. Like someone, possessed, you walk on, day after day, not eating or drinking, until you collapse on the ground and die. That's hysteria siberiana.”

Imagine this is your life, like literally. You wake up every morning, encompassed your life to your working hour and your social life to your job. Didn’t we heard the news about someone just jump out the office window without harness?

Did we awake at dawn from our profound slumber, being nobody, emptied our brain, get on with our so called life, landing at our waking-point entering a black storm, emerge prostate without a thought? Then we are void from contentment.

Don’t catch hysteria siberiana! Wake up and smell the flowers (coffee in my case). Take share of your love ones: family, friends, pets, well… family

Be sure to keep update of what happen to them, reach out and really care! Your one minute is their lifetime…

Ode to a bestie