A statement of "Full of Potential" ...

Hubby's workstation and a statement of 'full of potential'

Hubby asked me to help assemble words to describe / wrap his next watercolour piece. This is not the first time that he's approached me for such a request or rather invitation (cos he thinks that as partners we should help each other).  Honestly, it took me years to get used to this arrangement ... and still is adjusting.  Do I like it?  In the past NO but I'm beginning to like it now.  Why?  Because true enough this gives us the chance to partner for something beautiful and beyond the ordinary days... He paints... he pricks his brain ... he makes himself vulnerable ... he pauses ... he talks a bit ... he dissolves into his subject ... he comes back gasping and at times hurt or confused ... but most importantly he always comes back true to his subject.

and my role is to help him rearrange his words so that hopefully they will flow smoothly and be in harmony with the colors that he's mastered.

So here we go ...

back to my notebook ... snatch

Keeping it clear down under ...

a half-underwater shot that I took last year using an underwater cam.  That's my cousin

 

I always think that activities underwater keep us level-headed.  We drop all our pretenses and simply focus on how not to drown.  In fact all our body parts including the littlest part of our intestine tend to float as well.  We feel as if we are weightless.

A common evening scene near my block.  When everyone rushes home ... 

Another typical night near my block is to see people rushing home.  Everyone tend to look flat and exhausted.  Then you see this - one driving one backriding.  I wonder how does one wheel yourself after a long day and still accommodate another weight (same weight or double your weight?). 

How do we keep it clear down under?

Junior Superman...

Last weekend, I busied myself cleaning my stack of cloth swatches and loose beads. As i stated to clear the clutter, an idea struck my imagination  ... it all started from the light captured and reflected unto a small plastic and transparent small bead and a piece of paper-cloth.  It all started there but ended with one story - that I called "Junior Superman" ... it looked like this ...

Light and Melody Tint

When you try to hold light ...

When you try to find the melody ... / Iphone4

those days when words are folded and time tries to be thrift...