25.2.11

A Cancer Called Civilization

I was  reading 'Eleven Minutes' by Paulo Coelho last week and this particular passage caught my deep undivided attention.

"...passed a group of students coming out of  a bar; they were all happy and slightly tipsy, they were all good-looking and bursting with health; soon they would finish university and start what people call 'real life'. Work, marriage, children, television, bitterness, illness, disability, dependence on others, loneliness, death." 

The theme of civilization is vividly portrayed in these lines. It's the same old story, following the same old road; education, job and death; a family maybe; and those who try to move out of this system and do something different are considered outcast. I call them true 'Artist'.

Civilization is a parasite; a cancer, malignant and ugly. We party hard almost everyday, abuse nature (trust me, we're seriously very good in this) and we always think there are more trees to cut to satisfy our gluttony. I don't mean to preach here, I understand there are certain unavoidable circumstances, certain basic needs to be satisfied. However the overture is over and we are arriving at this crescendo, a point of no return. We should definitely start thinking  twice at this point. But if you have a really good contribution in mind to make this place a little happier and easier go ahead and do it. Don't think twice, it's alright!

20.2.11

Unfinished Sketches

Another one of my unfinished sketches from 6 years ago.


15.2.11

Classroom Blues

Days are starting to blur together. Going to class everyday, sitting there for eight hours, soaking up the wisdom and not understanding a thing. I sit there and look around, I see those same old faces; some I like and some I don't, but most of the time I mask myself with a smile just to get through the day. Life can teach you a lot of things.

Most of the days lectures are too boring and so I taught myself to sleep with my eyes open. Sometimes I would just stare at the corner of the room and get lost in it. I start seeing perception, the continuity to the next room. Sometimes everything becomes silent and all I hear is the creaking sound of the fan slowly spinning or the sound of the tip of my pen scribbling on the crisp paper. Sometimes all I hear are my own thoughts, the sounds of the universe playing tricks on me.

Then I would slowly close my eyes and see darkness, a moment away from the real world, a true bliss. Sometimes it is all that I care.

10.2.11

Vacation In Perception II

This is No. 2 on my perception sketches. I was planning to work on Empire State building, but then everything changed.


5.2.11

Vacation In Perception I

I recently went back home for about three weeks. I was on vacation, and between busy hours I found some time to do some sketches, perception sketches. Here's one. I'll be uploading some of them from time to time this month. I hope you guys like it.