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." 

Civilization as we have come to understand is vividly presented in these lines. It's the same old story of following the same old road: education, job and death, a family in between maybe. Those who try to think outside the box and do something different are often considered outcast. I call them true artists.

Humanity has become a parasite, a cancer, malignant and ugly. We abuse nature and everything natural. We always think there are or will be more trees to cut to satisfy our gluttony. I don't mean to by preachy, I understand there are certain unavoidable circumstances, certain basic needs to be satisfied. But the overture is over and we are arriving at this crescendo - to a point of no return. We should definitely start thinking  twice at this point. But if you have a really good idea in mind to make this place a little better and happier, go ahead and do it. Don't think twice, it's alright!

Unfinished Sketches

Another one of my unfinished sketches from 6 years ago.

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 the lectures are too boring and so I have 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 lines, 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 scratching on the crisp paper. Sometimes all I hear are my own thoughts, the sounds of the universe playing tricks on me. Sometimes I would slowly close my eyes and see darkness, a moment away from the real world, a place of absolute bliss. Sometimes it is all that I care.

Vacation In Perception II

I was planning on doing an Empire State building sketch, but then everything changed.

Vacation In Perception I

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