Thursday, 29 September 2011

Alice and the White Rabbit


Dear Alice was in for a remarkable adventure, the minute Curiosity twinkled in her spine...




Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. 





There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural).
But when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.  

~ Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Chapter I ~




Well, as you can probably see, I have been revisiting one of my very favorite books lately and getting all sorts of urge to spill the characters back into life. This duo is actually something I created on a very, very hot and boring day (ask Alice how excruciating that is!). But instead of just drawing them on paper, I decided that it would be more interesting to make miniature paper dolls to play theater with! So here they are, and now already happy frolicking in The Wish Forest, going down the rabbit hole and into Wonderland.

Have you read anything inspiring lately? Do tell! :)

Amalia, oxx

Monday, 26 September 2011

The Queen of Hearts (IF - Ferocious)


"Sentence first, verdict afterwards!"

~The Queen of Hearts~ 


The Queen of Hearts, pencils and digital mediums


Although depicted in a calmer and more silent mood here, this Queen of Hearts can be as ferocious as a lioness! (trust me, you don't want to mess with her...)

Here's to a fine week ahead, everyone!


Amalia, oxx

***The Queen of Hearts is now available as cards and fine art prints in my RedBubble shop.***

Monday, 19 September 2011

Mesmerizing (IF)


Mesmerizing. Such a beautiful word, isn't it? Makes me think of the buoyant sweeping wind, the gentle lullaby at night and the soothing words to comfort the soul. Some people even have this mesmerizing qualities, enough to draw your attention and hold it in their presence alone. Have you ever met anyone like that? I'm sure we all have very different experiences when it comes to that, but I've had the privilege to learn more and expand my horizon while doing my last commissioned project.

Here are a few artworks I created for the project, based on a well known Indian guru and spiritual leader, Sathya Sai Baba. It was a chance to step out of the box, beyond my comfort zone, and I was actually quite pleased with them...


These images are all available as fine at prints at a special website, www.purnaavatar.com where you can also see other artworks of artists from all around the world portraying the Guru.

Well, I hope you have the chance to cross path with inspirations everyday. Many of us are fortunate enough to see them wherever they look, and be truly mesmerized. :)


Amalia, oxx


Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Blissful Slumber


Watch me float into air
while the shimmery clouds touch my senses
and the moonbeam kisses my face
as I gently close my eyes
surrendering to a blissful slumber







Blissful Slumber is available now at The Wish Forest


Peace and love to all,

Amalia, oxx

Friday, 9 September 2011

The Lost Soul


When I was little, I lived in a haunted house. It wasn't the kind you see in horror movies where you enter a huge gate that leads to a spooky decadent mansion. It was just a relatively large, two levels house in a normal urban area, looking very similar to its neighboring houses. The only difference was that behind our house, there was an empty plot of land with a massive odd looking banyan tree that had stood even long before I moved in as a toddler.

The house itself was always very quiet, and I remember how still it seemed to be during the day. With my parents at work, my much older siblings minding their own business in their rooms, I was left to entertain myself doing whatever I could think of. Strangely enough, even in that very spacious house, I never felt lonely. It was as if someone was always there to keep me company. Not that I ever saw anything, but my family told me that I could spend hours in the most creepy parts of the house, talking to myself (or someone?) and never once looked scared or bothered.


The Lost Soul, pencils and digital mediums


I lived in that house for over ten years, and as I grew up, I started to notice things that didn't really agree with my common sense. Like a chill behind my neck even if there was no breeze, a tick-tocking sound that seemed to come from a large clock, which we didn't have. Even a presence that continued to linger wherever I went. But again, none of these ever bothered me because I was already a permanent part of the house and it was also a part of me.

It wasn't until the day we left for England that I felt a very strange feeling whenever I thought of the house. After we left, I started to have the same dream where I would seem to float on air, roaming about the empty house, from one room to another, as if looking for something I'd lost. What's even more bizarre, the dream carried on well throughout my teenage years and suddenly stopped the day I came back to Indonesia, a few years later. It turned out that the house was sold a few months after we had left, but stayed empty for years because for some reasons the new inhabitants just didn't quite fit in.

I guess the dream explained everything.


***********************

A note:

I'm sorry I haven't been the best of blogger lately. I have missed visiting your blogs and leaving a few words. But seeing that I'm going through an excessive nesting period at the moment, I find it hard to stay too long in front of the computer while my home seems to be begging for some tidying up (no matter how many times I tell myself how tidy it already is!). I hope you're all having wonderful lovely days and maybe I'll have more time visiting after the baby comes. :)

Hugs,

Amalia, oxx
PS: The Lost Soul is already haunting my shop right here.


Saturday, 3 September 2011