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Monday, September 04, 2006

a diferent man.

his room was a kaleidoscope of love, passion and uncertainty. completed pieces of artwork varying in all sizes and outlook are strewn all over the floor - your typical devil-may-care guy. the air lingered of tobacco; it is a feat to dispel the odoriferous cloud for his cigarette was lited almost every other hour. in the corner of his room - better known as pigsty- thick drawing blocks were stacked up in the corner. i picked them up and casually browsed through, not forgetting to shower him with an avalanche of questions in the process.

his answers were brash; clearly, he was proud of bring an artist, or at least, an artist in the making. he continued to share with me some of his philsophical beliefs and regaled me with his entire repertoire of jokes. i have to admit, im very much enthralled by his idiosyncratic style of living.

there was a trance in the air, like time infinitely stopped in its tracks. there was a need to subdue the air of aloofness he carried, but then again, this characteristic labelled him with an
unique and peculiar identity. he gave the rat race a miss, and distanced himself from the frenetic candence of modern world society. seemingly, the world was at his disposal for he was caught in a timeless apathy and need not be accountable for things he does.

'is it possible to make it big by merely being an artist?' i questioned inquisitively. for a moment, i thought he would shoot me with a wry glance or scoffed at my candidness but he did none.
'life is an art. it is about doing things u enjoy.' he replied dismissively.

i left his place, convulsed with admiration - not worship though.

kudos to him for mustering the courage to carry out his passion and having the faith to trode on the path less taken.
this is ur gung-ho artist of tomorrow.

we shld all get a little apathetic and life might be better that way. ignorance/ignoring is bliss; providing an escapism from the screwed up world. it is about time i abort certain beliefs which i held dear to, because it is ravenously devouring me from the inside.
i can do with a little love from people whom i love.


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