Butterfly Blossoms

reflections

2006-01-31T16:56:00.000+08:00

i have been sketching daily.. anything everything.. just sketch, sketch, sketch...ignoring the voice of judgment criticising me.

last night, i found this new website: www.dannygregory.com. thought its an inspiring website for those of us here who wishes to be good illustrators/artists. so darn envious of all talented artists who do such marvellous sketches. anyway, have no fear, better late than never. at least i am rekindling my passion. i do have faith in myself.

Am pleased with my diligence and discipline in maintaining those morning pages. i believe i am making progress. Appears that many people around the world are influenced by Julia Cameron's work. she really did make a great impact on all frustrated writers and artists all over the globe. I think there are team blogs committed to the artist way's practices. Am not too sure if i wish to participate.

Am happy to enter Soul Food Cafe www.dailywriting.net Heather Blakey, from Victoria, Australia is truly amazing to introduce to the world an amazing magical site for everybody who wishes to explore and express their creativity. The different magical and fantasy sanctuaries indeed are awe inspiring and truly revitalising for all those who wants to free themselves from the shackles of conventional conforming behaviour.

I have dreams.. dreams which i have long forgotten and traded off - for trying to conform. Didn't exactly succeed anyway. But i am blessed with opportunities and luck. God has been very very kind to me.

Anyway, i worked through Julia Cameron's exercises, one of which, requests that we imagine ourselves at the age of 80, visualise what we will be doing. When i did that exercise, i realised what i am doing right now, will not get me to my dream life.

The past few days, reworked my plan and examined myself. I resolve to set myself on my own path. I think, instinctively, i have already sensed the need to be authentic - to be myself.

Wondering.. how does a "scanner" transform himself/herself into a polymath? Renaissance souls sound too euphemistic. Don't exactly like terms which are polite for the sake of being polite. I think to succeed in what we are doing. We must never give up in whatever we pursue, we must never give up our passions, we must persevere and persist until we reach our destination.

kit kat

2006-01-29T23:25:00.000+08:00

this is kit kat, my feline companion of 6 yrs
adopted him when his previous owner, my ex-colleague,
decided to return to Denmark for good.
since then, kit kat has been with me, except for the few years
i was away from singapore and the 3 weeks he went missing

he is very vocal and friendly by nature,
quite a pleasant nature and very responsive
also a glutton and a lazy bum
can't fight for nuts but can stand firm on his grounds when he need to

roses

2006-01-29T22:15:00.000+08:00

roses, tulips, ivy and etc.

i love flowers
they never fail to fascinate me
with their beauty, their diverse textures
always so joyful and so heartwarming
even if this joy is short-lived

i think God sends them to this world
to create happiness and to remind us
life is short.
so we should live like flowers
live life to its full glory and to the fullest
always give the best of yourself to others
because the best is what the flowers give
to us and to God

Testing blogger

2006-01-18T19:09:00.000+08:00

did this artificial floral arrangement 2 weeks ago.
never really fancy fake blooms,
but was pleasantly surprised by this creation.

Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats

2006-01-18T17:10:00.000+08:00

Mixed Bouquet of cream roses, orange gerberas, yellow carnations,
violet bachelor's buttons, wrapped with banana leaves, by my bedside
~ spiral design.

I fell in love with these verses the first time i read
Ode to a Nightingale more than 20 years ago.

"I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,
Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,
But, in embalmèd darkness, guess each sweet
Wherewith the seasonable month endows
The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild;
White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;
Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves;
And mid-May's eldest child,
The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,
The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves"