Monday, 18 May 2009



acrylic on canvas
40" x 50"

artwork submitted for Pameran Terbuka 2009
and was picked among the 171 chosen art pieces
from the 381 submitted art pieces
to exhibit at Galeri Shah Alam, Yayasan Seni Selangor.


Finally, it's done! I'm finally satisfied with this piece. Notice the signature on it? Yes?! I only sign all my pieces once it's done - means no more changes or additional stroke or what-so-ever. Compared to the previous one, I've added the melting wax on top of it with Bebear's scented candle that she got for e last year from Ikea Singapore. Which now makes this artwork heavier compared to before and of course nicer smell! Varnish the circular image.Oh ya, the additional smoke and watermark around it too! I'm so glad that it's done way before the closing date, which is on the May 29, 2009. I must say that this is my most favorite piece and not planning to sell it unless someone willing to pay the price I've quoted. Not quite ready to be parted with this yet...

Plan to send it on Friday. I have a good vibes on this piece. I think Torrent III gonna make it to be display at the gallery and hoping to won the 'Incentive Award' of RM1,000.0 as well. Insya-Allah. My only worries is will it be taken care properly and can it fit my Envee? Hmmm...

"Take What You Take"

A picture paints a thousand words,
As one door closes, another door opens,
And two wrongs don't make a right
Now good things come to those who wait,
Take the highs with the lows dear,
You'll get what your given and everything's gonna be alright.

What the fuck do you know?
Just cos you're old you think your wise,
But who the hell are you though,
I didn't even ask for your advice
You wanna keep your mouth shut,
You wanna take your thoughts elsewhere,
Cos you're doing in my nut,
And do you think I care?

Say what you say, Do what you do,
Feel what you feel, As long as it's real.
I said take what you take and give what you give
Just be what you want, Just as long as it's real.

Now by a horse, I once was told
That all that glitters is not gold
And all that is to fear is fear itself.
This horsey also told me,
I should keep my friends close but my enemies closer,
So as to protect myself.

Tuesday, 12 May 2009



mix media on canvas
20" x 30"

July 2009 - RM 500.00 SOLD
to Puan Lita Zainuddin,
Putrajaya, Wilayah Persekutuan, Malaysia.


Another letter received - The Scarlet Letter i call it. My heart stop while reading this, my mind tried to translate it into some images, vividly with some colors involved but mainly red. Maybe there's lots of red and blodd word in it. Or just how I interpreted it. I don't know. So, i started with this piece. At first, it was all red and black but as i read it repeatedly and understand it better, it's not as 'dark' as i thought it was... i think. I could be wrong but again, that's just my interpretation.

Retrospectively. Written at 245 pm 10/2/09.

My heart is burning in my chest. There is an old happiness I can’t get to purging itself from me, getting caught in my throat, making me lurch. I am working. And that makes me think of all the so many who can’t let out the cries they need to in order to just let it go. I wish I could hide in the bathroom for a half an hour and sob into my arms. I think maybe I am supposed to see a lesson in all of this love. The backbone of us is twisted. The balance is thrown off. I can’t keep fighting my heart away for something that will let me keep on fighting forever. I want to feel good. And I’m pretty good at doing that alone...but you are so vivid. And alive. Red.

So here goes… writing from what is left of my heart.



mix media on canvas
20" x 30"

going for auction, starting price at RM250!
April 2010 - RM263 SOLD
to Cik Siti Mahiran Abdul Hadi,
Wilayah Persekutuan, Malaysia.


So here goes… writing from what is left of my heart.

I got scared.
So I called your phone too many times.
My head isn’t straight these days.
I’ve been busy carving walls out of anger.
Scratching letters in the red, wishing they were the love kind.

I had these wings once and I swear
now it’s like all the paper weight
often turns the feathers into the wrong words.
I swear now it’s like all the people's games
often turns the wind into an argument.

But honest...
I trust you like the god above me.
Like the god above me.
And I was scared.
Because what if you
were curled up on the side of a highway
holding your phone, paralyzed.
An accident, a crime.
What if.

What if a phone ringing
could pull you out of unconsciousness
if you were hurt badly, and losing grip?
What if.

What if I’m a lonely person?
What if I miss you when you're gone?
What if I make mistakes?
What if I treat you wrong...
I have always been grandiose.

But these fictional possibilities cross my mind
when there is silence.
And I get scared to think the past
is all I have of knowing you.



mix media on canvas
20" x 30"

Nov 2009 artwork submitted for Art for Aids (AFA)
Theme "Fighting Aids with Art"

And finally, I stopped. The last piece completed once I have the gold paint. It just strike my mind that this poem, pouring out the scared of losing someone. Above all the troubles, headaches and dramas... It's a magical experience for one to be with another one, a precious moment that need to be shared.

Zillion thanks to this person for not ashamed to pour it out and share this piece with me.