Mother Earth

For providing beautiful mountains, forests, seas, lakes, and streams.

For being a home, a shelter, to more than 30 million of species.

For letting us survive until today.

We thank you, 

Mother Earth.

For altering your surface.

For disturbing your mountains, forests, seas, lakes, and streams.

For the junk, garbage, and debris we've obviously made.

We're sorry, 

Mother Earth.

You know you're strong.

You've been here for the past 4.5 billion years.

You're even much stronger than we always know.

Earth Day, April 22, 2012.

Organic Life

ORGANIC LIFE beneath the shoreless waves
Was born and nursed in Ocean's pearly caves;
First, forms minute, unseen by spheric glass,

Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass;

These, as successive generations bloom,

New powers acquire, and larger limbs assume;

Whence countless groups of vegetation spring,

And breathing realms of fin, and feet, and wing.

Thus the tall Oak, the giant of the wood,

Which bears Britannia's thunders on the flood;

The Whale, unmeasured monster of the main,

The lordly Lion, monarch of the plain,

The Eagle soaring in the realms of air,

Whose eye undazzled drinks the solar glare,

Imperious man, who rules the bestial crowd,

Of language, reason, and reflection proud,

With brow erect, who scorns this earthy sod,

And styles himself the image of his God;

Arose from rudiments of form and sense,

An embryon point, or microscopic ens!

ERASMUS  DARWIN

(The Temple of Nature. 1802. pp. 26--28)

All I see is red.

It was created about a year ago.

Black drawing pen, blue marker, red crepe paper.

All I see is red.

Human. Universe.

The human mind is not capable of grasping the Universe. 

We are like a little child entering a huge library. 

The walls are covered to the ceilings with books in many different tongues. 

The child knows that someone must have written these books. 

It does not know who or how. 

It does not understand the languages in which they are written.

But the child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books

— a mysterious order which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects.

ALBERT EINSTEIN

Mi Proyecto

Introducing my hand-made tote bag project:

Voila! is on Tumblr. 

Enjoy Voila!

Doodling

Doodling for Voila!

Coming Soon

A new project of mine.

Coming soon.

Happy Birthday

A very simple gift for your special day.

Happy birthday.

Reminiscencia

Reminiscencia at Bogor Urban Art

Thursday, November 3, 2011.

Welcome Back, College Life!

Hello!

My super-duper-long holiday will be over very soon. Yes, I'm going back to college life tomorrow morning. It is time to say hello to so-called daily college routines. Time to say  "Hey, see you, later!" to loads of comics or DVDs. No more sleeping all day long, or doing things I like whenever I want. You're asking me what I'm feeling right now, no? The answer is, frankly, I'm feeling awkward. Exactly, the feeling between excited and sad. Nevertheless, I realize that this is what we call "life". There are times when we have to move our ass out of our comfort zones, right? Unless we want our lives to be something very very flat. You know, it's like, life will lose its meaning if we get stuck up in comfort zones.

Speaking of which, this long holiday has caused some impacts on myself, especially my brain (exaggerated) haha. But yeah, I often analogize the brain as a knife or a blade. If the knife is not sharpened frequently, it will dull. And I don't want that to happen to my brain, of course. Well, I hope everything's gonna be back to normal as soon as I set my feet on the floor of the college building.

Good night, Mates! :)