Amidst the darken sky covered with failed dreams, we can only tend to watch as her gaze pierces a single dot.
'A reader.'
Why do you expect more?
'Series'
I asked myself many times, "What is art for me?" I guess I can't unravel myself to think and judge what I see.
'This will be my series of thinking.'
We have a different presentation of our brand on what level we can understand our emotions.
There comes a day when it will spark and how will it start, but by then should I expect more?
I grew from people who absolutely have a soul from fashion to arts, and they all have the gifted talents sewed when they were born.
All competitions were to be expected, prizes that they have won were all posted—and I wonder, was it necessary to compete on how many beautiful works you have?
Would you mind if I say, "can we compete with our minds?".
While establishing my mind to paint what I feel and to photograph what I love, I suddenly thought of just one dot, a simple black dot.
This will be boring to everyone but with me—this is my story why do you expect more?
If you see this dot, you are now looking in my story, you will understand how it started, how beautifully it is created inside, and how many colors were combined to mold my creative life.
It is not what you expect, but it is what you see on how you will decipher my story to be yours.
Why do you expect more?
05132021
It's 5:46 am and I am working within the morning shift all alone in my room playing my favorite music in Spotify.
All thoughts are running in my head while eating my favorite ko-dog in Bonchon.
I am thinking of changing my job, routine, and the people around me.
I guess I am all stressed out in all the changes that happened and that's life as usual.
No rainbows, fairy tales, and anything we had in our whimsical childhood fantasies, just alarms, snoring, and a little cup of caffeine.
And that's boring being an old soul or should I say— signs of aging.
So I grab my camera and take pictures of what I am doing—you know, just adding colors in regular boring days.
Maybe that's the reason why we are taught to put colors in our cartoon coloring books, just to learn how to add some relish in our life, whatcha think?
I guess I am just exhausted...well I expect a lot!
I wonder why?
Why do I expect more?
I woke up doing the same routine without noticing how many years have flown away.
I almost hit 3 years staring intently at these two monitors in front of me, waiting to be drowned by messages.
No magical moments and pixie dust, but just a dull day for an old self.
Putting on a reflection, should I stay less or more?
I am out of art, burnout of such minimal state. Why I am so ungrateful when everything in front of me is a work of art.
Well, I am all confused about myself, and neither did I know what I needed to do, maybe I should stop thinking more.
A different perspective:
Dorothy, Dorothy, Dorothy!
Drink water, Dorothy.
This is what they called me always—Dorothy.
I even forget that I am existing, flowing, and ebb like water that I forget to drink.
I was always touched by the aroma of tea and I want my water to be tasty.
Caffeine, matcha, and sugar of 100 percent. Oh, don't forget to add Yakult for a kiddie taste!
I'll just have to say, "Hello diabetes".
This is my father's thought of me that I will die with all these sweets.
Perhaps he is right!
But I need to feed my neurons as they love little sweets.
I don't want to have a bitter life or maybe I am just pretending it to be sweet, by eating all of it.
Will I be punished like Hansel and Gretel?
Fufufufufufufufufu awuuuack.