Sweet Delirium (IF - Artificial)

All right, I'll admit it. I am a hopeless romantic. And by that, I mean 'utterly hopeless'. To me, the feeling of finding love romantically is like discovering a new land. Boundless and full of excitement. How can it not be? When your head spins and blood rushes as your brain releases 'pleasurable' chemicals to take over your whole body completely? When the urge to smile and sigh lives strongly in you like an alien form, even when nothing else was working out in your life? It's quite obvious. Love is like a drug, and we lose ourselves willingly inside it.

Unfortunately, every good romance has its dark skies. If you could find love, you could always lose it. When you give it to someone, you may not receive the same in return. Alas, your heart becomes a playground and not all games have their share of fun at the end. But just like a drug, love's pleasure is a permanent resident inside your brain, ready and waiting for the next chapter of discovery. Which, to no surprise that some people may say, only 'fools' fall in love. Blind, nonsensical and silly as they are. Rightfully deserving of the painful jabs and kicks clobbering them out of their wits. Their only heart, black and blue, sadly with no supply of artificial hearts to help them through.

I was one of these fools. Blind, nonsensical and silly that I was. Always eager to find love, always excited to embrace it. I've tasted the joy, the bliss, the tears and the yearning. All mixed in together in a bowl of bright red bitter sweet punch. Though amazingly enough, it never stopped me to open the door for love. Again, and again, and again. So much for self inflicted pain,some may say. But it didn't matter to me, because despite of the pain, I was happy as I could ever be.

And now, older and hopefully wiser, with love safely harbored and mounted, I still think that there has never been a greater drug to man than the overwhelming feeling of being in love.

Sweet Delirium is inspired by my beloved and talented sister, Mita, whose art is like a charm filled with the magic of love. Both yearned and longed for.

Always,
Amalia

PS: Anana, proud is one heck of a feeling to bear. That's how I always feel when I see your art. 
Ok, kapan nih makan baso bareng??? :))

In Rerum Natura (IF - Double)

Being a woman venturing into life, I often wonder how far enough do I know myself. Whether I truly understand my own thoughts, my doings and the outcome of my actions. And of course, the answer, just as to every secret stored in my head is...yes. And no.

Like two faces of a coin and two hands of a compass, I am two opposite sides of a human being, intricately bound as one. Inseparable by nature, impossible to divide. Each standing as two solid towers that compliment one another, and in the same time create all kinds of conflicts and chaos inside myself. It's all in the nature of things, as a great man would believe.

So where exactly do I stand?

I suppose perception is always a way to start. Good or bad is yet another question to answer and the truth lies somewhere in between, like every missing puzzle that keeps popping up in the most unlikely of places and the strangest of conditions. Yet, I find myself venturing even deeper as visions become blurred and logic muddled. Answer, or no answer. It is human nature, and that's the best explanation I have so far.

Answers will come. All in good time.

In Rerum Natura is inspired by my good friend, The Clown Giant, who has ever so kindly shown me the two sides of a coin in every human being, and how natural it is to embrace both. Providing we have the right kind of balance, of course.

With good faith,
Amalia


PS: My deepest gratitude, Monsieur, for enlightening me with your incredibly complex thoughts. It amazes me how good and evil sometimes think alike. Rabbit or no. Pandora sure knew what she was doing. You were right about one thing, malum quo communius eo peiusmalum. No? :)

Myths of Equilibrium

As a child brimming with curiosity and excitement, I remember the abundant amount of time I had spent exploring nature. Mystical forests of my own imagination. Shimmering brooks of enchantment. Fairies and elves lurking behind trees and shadows, all alive and vivid in my mind. Well, at least until I was called to wash up for supper.

These images, I found slowly turning into echos in my memory as I grew older and life became as what they say, 'as real as it gets'. When everyday became a binding routine of waking up in the wee hours and going to bed when the owl hoots (or maybe when the wolves howl, for some). Nevertheless, like so many other people, I found myself stuck in that routine, a planted mechanism of clockwork, with no urge of breaking free.

Not until later in my mid twenties did I realize that my life was toppling to one side and I was seriously on the verge of falling down. Now, I suppose tending to a huge pile of unwashed laundry while the baby shrieked in the background does that to you. Not to mention the thought of what was waiting on the kitchen sink and the hint of burning scent swiftly penetrating the air.

Lucky for me, I snapped out of it. Like having a bucket of cold water poured right on top of my head, I began searching for what I had lost. And to my surprise, I found it just a few steps away. Not in some exotic place with a trip that could have killed me instantly with the flight fare, but right in my own backyard. Where trees grew tall and grass swayed with the wind. A place where I finally found solace, as I did in my childhood.

The Myths of Equilibrium is inspired by Tammie Lee, who has reminded me that the wonders of nature is in fact more than just a myth.

Peace,
Amalia

PS: Thank you, Tammie. I still wish to plunge into your images and lose myself in them every time I visit you! :) oxx

Little Rhizome

Awake from your slumber, tiny seedling

Spread your leaves and bask in the sun

Let your roots extend and grow steadfastly

For today is the day

When the world bows

and your destiny revealed

~ A.K ~

I always believe that things happen for a reason. Paths may cross and souls intertwined, no matter the age, gender or background. Not enough can be said about the intriguing encounters I 've had the privilege to face, but thankful is one certain thing I feel about them.

Little Rhizome is inspired by my young gifted friend, Amba, a gemstone that never ceased to amaze me with her intelligence and talent.

PS: I know you'll grow tall and beautiful, Sister Tree. I thank serendipity for our encounter! oxx

The Sleeping Marionette

Whistle a tune and fill in my hollow chest

Play a symphony and ignite my fire

Lifeless is something I am not

Just deep in sleep

Now slowly awakening

~ A.K ~

Inspiration is everywhere, and to me, human beings reflect the most fascinating stories in each of their life. Family, friends and even strangers in the street may become an intriguing book to read, just as the people traveling around this magical land of blogging. Through them, I have found hidden windows inside my mind and new worlds are shown for me to discover.

The Sleeping Marionette is inspired by my dear friend, Rossichka The Puppet Master, who has lead me to the fascinating fantasia of these enchanting wooden characters. Lifeless, they are not. Just deep in sleep like most of us are.

Bless you all,

Amalia

PS: Your words are always so soothing, Rossichka. My deepest gratitude to you... (hugs!!)

Featuring: Kathy Hare's Amazing Work

I think of myself as a growing plant that needs to be nurtured in order to blossom and create beautiful flowers for others to see. Inspirations, of course, have always been the major nurturing key in my life to keep me going, and after creating my first blog, I have became more aware that inspirations can come to me in a form of other artists from different scales and backgrounds.

Today I've decided that I'm going to put one artist on the spotlight each week to show his or her unique talent and influential work in my blog. Of course, also as a reminder to keep pushing myself to the limits when it comes to walking down my path in the creative world. This chosen artist will be my inspiration...my muse, so to speak.

Finding this week's artist was like finding gold in a dark mine. I was in a state where I felt overwhelmed with work and life, needing just a little light to see what's in front of me. So then I found Kathy Hare's blog, Moongazing Hare. Although I know she's been in the art industry for sometime, I never actually got the chance to ponder on her work before I found her blog. Her style is simple yet outstanding, traditional and heart-warming...a true classic in my book.

 

Hollow

 

Impatience

 

Poise

A little Note: 

Please send a written permission to the artist if you are interested to use any of her featured work here.