Art

What you can't see.

The Defiance of Natural Law.

The process.

The characters.

How many triangles do you have?

Watch me paint this wall, here.

Dreams.

A rough sketch of the Dream Person and I.

What do you call something close to death, but not quite there yet?

Oh no, not again.

Chaos.

Protect Them, The Flames.

The base of the story.

心 - [kokoro]

Has life been treating you well?

Well, it’s either you’ve been smoking up on life or life has been provoking you recently.

Which one is it?

Emotional Baggage

All these black boxes aren’t ours.

She had reached 100%.

I hate everything.

The imprint of dreams.

Awake.

WIP

1:30 AM

WIP - one small part of the bigger picture.

The Affinity of Darkness.

The scariest thing about falling for someone’s darkness isn’t what they do to us. It’s what we do to ourselves.

Based on Rozella’s song, Dark Side.

“Music got me lost tonight. I’m dancing with the devil.”

Watch me painting this here.

Oh hello there old friend, you’re not a new feeling.

This bridge we built, how long will it last?

“This bridge we built, how long will it last?

Building a bridge between two people requires effort and strength but sometimes even within a relationship, be it platonic, romantic or even political, there’s always someone who ends up putting more effort in holding it up.

The bridge ends up being built for one person to stand on and the other person to burden.”

Coloured hair, tired eyes.

Coloured hair, tired eyes,It’s no surprise you’d want to die.

Oh no, your organs.

This one, this one is about you. Do you remember us talking about your alcoholism and smoking? So yes, this one, this one is about you, and I am sorry it is.

Sour.

Giraffe

Enough.

No more smoke please. No haze. I’m over it. Anything to do with smoke. My hair smells of it and probably my soul too.

Are you going to age with grace?

Are you going to age without mistakes?

Are you going to age with grace,

Or only to wake and hide your face?

These are obviously Bastille lyrics.

A Voyage

To be guided

nor misguided

in love,

nor brokenhearted.

But to sail in waters-

uncharted.

~ Lang Leav

Lost In My Own Jungles.

Cup of Tea

You don't know what come out of a cup of tea.
Like for instance, this drawing, it came out of a cup of tea.

I hope you feel better. I hope you don’t feel as shitty as I do.

Pulsing.

My art is as alive as I yearn it to be.

But, why?

We're all still children.

Yes, my notebook is alive, isn’t yours?

The Occasional Mind Slaughter.

Bones

There were rumours about her, how her bones were easily misplaced and she couldn’t find it for days at a time.

“How could you lose bones?,” they’d ask.

Her knees wobbled. She covered her ears. No they don’t get it. They don’t hear the creaking and the breaking she hears every night when everyone’s lights are off.

The bones, they were apart of her, they held her up but they were aligned in a way that it jutted out here and there.

So all she could think to do was to pull them out even if they made a mess along the way.

- Anju, 2am, 26.8.2015

Tiger.

This is Tiger, she will protect you. She might also break your neck if she doesn’t like you.

Oh no, I can’t stop thinking about you.

Heart shapes and heart breaks.

The Internet. -unfinished.

A baby in a cradle.

Yes, do dance through life and get up even when you trip and fall.

Ugly flirting.

The Devil, not Batman

Janice

It’s weird how you get to know someone who whenever you meet, you share cheeky smiles with and suddenly they disappear. And then a few months ago, I dreamt that we had a sleepover and it felt so real that the minute I woke up my first instinct was to draw her. So Janice, this you by Anju.

Spewing Out.

They’re listening.

They’re looking down on you, they hear everything, the stars. Don’t be afraid.

The Two Faces

How much of two people do we need to make one person?

Ralph.

What are you smoking away?

this owl is pertatos’s property

Not A Virus

Alien Cat

What if you’re the glitch?

I’ve thought about things sometimes and sometimes they don’t make any sense. Must we really have a sense of direction? Why can’t we just live? Does living require us to have a sense of direction? Must we look to 10 years and say that we see our self doing something amazing? What if we die before then?

All this has nothing to do with any of my art above. Good ~~day~~ life to you.