Wednesday, 21 September 2011



mix media on canvas
36" x 48"

artwork exhibited at Exhibition Hall, Level 4, Danga City Mall, Johor Baharu 
from Sptember 15 - September 15, 2011
for 1Malaysia Contemporary Art Tourism 2011 Exhibition.


Definition : A hoax is a deliberately fabricated falsehood made to masquerade as truth. It is distinguishable from errors in observation or judgment.

I was down and sad about the news I saw and heard that day. The accusation, the allocation of blames and loyalty. Some I know it’s true but some is just too painful to ignore or to swallow. It hurts and scarred me.

Felt betrayed, annoyed and disgusted with what I heard, I poured all the anger, sadness, resentment and hatred on canvas. And the prose below best describes the event and what I felt at that particular moment. As for now, I let go and let God.

Kawan kah itu?

Kata, kata, kata dan kata lagi,
Mengatalah kau selagi kau boleh berkata-kata.
Tuduh, tuduh, tuduh dan tuduh lagi,
Jangan menuduh hingga dituduh pula.
Hina, hina, hina dan hina lagi,
Jangan menghina hingga dihina nanti.

Aku tahu hal kau, kau dan kau,
Bukan dari yang lain,
Bukan dari yang tak tahu,
Tapi dari kau, kau dan kau juga.

Dan yang sadisnya,
Aku juga tahu,
Bahawa kau, kau dan kau,
Berkata tentang aku.

Berdesas, berdesis,
Ke sana, ke sini,
Menjaja cerita,
Yang tak ternilai.

Kerana yang paling galak bercerita itu,
Paling ramai pengikutnya.

Mungkin bernilai sepotong janji,
Untuk tidak dikongsi dengan yang lain,
Mungkin bernilai kosong,
Untuk mengisi suasana hening,
Mungkin bernilai besar,
Untuk mendapat perhatian.

Yang pasti,
Yang di atas sana,
Lebih mengetahui nilainya,
Untuk kau, kau dan kau bayar suatu hari nanti,
Sama ada di sini – yang lebih cepat dan berat,
Atau pun di sana – yang aku pun tak pasti apa jumlah yang tepat!

Wednesday, 13 July 2011



mix media on canvas
48" x 36"

artwork submitted for Shah Alam Open Show 2011
and was picked among the 90 chosen art pieces
from the 141 submitted art pieces
to exhibit at Shah Alam Gallery from July 11 - August 26, 2011.


"He That Believeth Shall Not Make Haste“

The aloes grow upon the sand,
The aloes thirst with parching heat;
Year after year they waiting stand,
Lonely and calm, and front the beat
Of desert winds; and still a sweet
And subtle voice thrills all their veins:
"Great patience wins; it still remains,
After a century of pains,
To you to bloom and be complete."

I grow upon a thorny waste;
Hot noontide lies on all the way,
And with its scorching breath makes haste
Each freshening dawn to burn and slay,
Yet patiently I bide and stay:
Knowing the secret of my fate,
The hour of bloom, dear God, I wait,
Come when it will, or soon or late,
A hundred years are but a day.

Tuesday, 29 March 2011



mix media on canvas
18" x 24" x 3pcs

March 2011 - RM3,500 SOLD
to Mr Johan Mohd Dali,
Geneva, Switzerland.


I am done
Smoking gun
We've lost it all
The love is gone

She has won
Now its no fun
We've lost it all
The love is gone

And we had magic
And this is tragic
You couldn't keep your hands to yourself

I feel like our world's been infected,
And somehow you left me neglected
We've found our lives been changed
Babe, you lost me

And we tried
Oh, how we cried
Oh, we lost ourselves
The love has died

Now I know you're sorry
And we were sweet
Oh, but you chose lust when you deceived me
And you'll regret it, but it's too late
How can I ever trust you again?

Wednesday, 2 February 2011



mix media on canvas
8" x 6" x 3pcs

RM500 SOLD to Mr. Johan Mohd Dali,
Geneva, Switzerland.


I looked at your face I saw that all the love had died
I saw that we had forgotten to take the time
I, I saw that you couldn't care less about what you do
Couldn't care less about the lies
You couldn't find the time to cry

We forgot about love
We forgot about faith
We forgot about trust
We forgot about us

You said that you had said all that you had to say
You said baby it's the end of the day
And we gave a lot but it wasn't enough
We got so tired that we just gave up

We didn't respect it
We went and neglected it
We didn't deserve it
But I never expected this

Our love floated out the window
Our love floated out the back door
Our love floated up in the sky to heaven
It's part of a plan
It's back in God's hands
Back in God's hands

It didn't last
It's a thing of the past
Oh we didn't understand
Just what we had
Oh I want it back
Oh just what we had

Thursday, 13 January 2011



mix media on canvas
30" x 40"

Jan 2011 - RM1,800 SOLD
to Ms Seri Hamda,
Petaling Jaya, Selangor Malaysia.


simpan pegang seranah caci
aku simpan seranahmu dalam liang telinga
dengan harap yang aku gunungkan dari sebutir zarah hati,
semoga diciptakan tuhan suatu hari nanti untuk aku
ambilkan semula dan paksa kau jilat kembali.

aku pegang cacianmu dalam salur kerongkong
dengan mimpi yang aku campingkan dari secebis ngilu,
semoga dikenankan tuhan suatu hari nanti untuk engkau
dapatkan semula dan kunyah setiap satu persatu.

kerana bahasamu yang kau pinjam dari iblis itu,
terlalu indah bunyinya sehinggakan aku mahu sekali
simpankan dan pegangkan sehingga suatu masa
yang kau jilat dan kunyahkan dengan hina.

kerana aku tidak reti untuk mati,
semata mata untuk lidah yang kau sewa dari neraka.

kerana aku tidak akan mahu mati,
selagi yang benar tidak memberi aku syurga.

Wednesday, 5 January 2011



mix media on canvas
36" x 36"


Hidden Memories

I packed you away,
In a little cardboard box
Hidden under my bed
And you fit most perfectly,
Just that way,
Hidden from view…
…Yet always silently there…
I hid you-
You and your smiles,
Your gifts, and memories…
Everything about you.
Because I couldn’t take it…
I couldn’t take you anymore.
It hurt too much
So stay hidden in your cardboard box,
And perhaps you’ll fade…

Why kid myself?
I know you’re there…
I can feel your contents drawing me in
Drawing me closer to you.
But some memories haunt me-
Memories of you…
Of ‘us’.
You rattle in your confined space
Singing in the night,
Pleading to me as I dream
To open you up, and look inside…
But I can’t do that… I won’t…
And slowly your song fades…
For there are other songs…
Other singers
Those who dream with me.