Dominic Rouse: Photographer/Fine Arts Artist

I like this artist, Dominic Rouse www.dominicrouse.com. He creates provocative arts by combining photography and fine arts to deliver some very provoking images.

"...though I believe that the constant pursuit of happiness is a form of sadness in itself"

Was captivated by this phrase, it flashes some images of the sophisticated brand-name-worshippers who are in constant chase of the latest, trendiest, luxuriest, bling-est, and whatever whatnots whom in my opinion, does all these to be happy themselves. Does all these superficial stuff brings happiness to them through the recognition of their social status? Or do they feel that they fit in better? Or is it some form of self-gratification of the hard work done?



Most of us might have, in some points of our life, feels the excitement and satisfaction on par with those that I described above when we have finally bought the coveted stuff that we wanted to buy for so long, be it a handbag, a car, a holiday, gadgets, etc. And most probably, in the process of it, from the seeing of the stuff, to the itching to buy, to the contemplation, the holding back, the saving up and the eventual purchase, we might have somehow asks "Do I need this?". Though sometimes it could be easier if we could asks "How bad do I want this?". Cause in the end of the day, for me, self-justifications are the best answers to ourselves.



"The perfect prison is the one in which the inmates have been convinced that really they are free. Society is such a confinement: the result of a binding contract made unwittingly between government and governed.............The guardians of society are troubled by their own shallows; the fears they have of others are the fears they have about themselves cunningly repackaged to increase their market appeal.........to see the light we must first acknowledge that we are in the dark. Work which displays most accurately the deepest recesses of the human soul will, by default, display some rather unpleasant aspects of it............Art is not made by men and women who are wise, but by those in search of wisdom and to search at all is wisdom enough. Knowledge of oneself is the most that we can know.

And saying so means nothing to some, and to some, it leaves nothing to be said"

Good health, my friends
ahtiow

ahtiow's new theme song

"Feels Like Home"

Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms
There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life

If you knew how lonely my life has been
And how long I've been so alone
And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks, down a long, dark street
And a siren wails in the night
But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see, through the dark there is light

Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
And if you knew how happy you are making me
I never thought that I'd love anyone so much

It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from
It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

You said when you listened to this song, it reminds you of me. From now on, this song will be our song.

Home is where the heart belongs.

Love
Me.

Australian's Legends of Creations

Came across this article on the Australian's folklore on the legend of the creation. Super like this. Sharing it here.

"The expression "dreamtime" most often refers to the "time before time" or "time of creation of all things". The aborigines of Australia believe that a "great spirit" came to earth in physical forms and created - or "dreamed up" - the material world we know today.

As the story goes, the "great spirit" dreamed up the elements - fire, wind, rain, earth, sky, land and sea- and then passed the "dreaming" on to individual creator spirits to shape the Earth's details. The last to receive the "dreaming" was man. He saw the works of creation and knew, through the "dreaming", that he had to keep these secrets safe and pass them on to his children.

The "great spirit" was satisfied, and entered the land to rest, making the lands sacred and appointing man as its caretaker. The aboriginal idea of "dreaming" sums up how knowledge about the Earth is taught. It passes the responsibility of Earth's stewardship on to the next generation.

- excerpt from Asian Geographic, Asia Without Borders - Green Edition

Thanks, for being you.

You were crying just like a baby this morning when your parents left Bangkok and you woke up to the silence of the hotel room. They have to leave a day earlier, you said you can understand but you cant accept it. I believe that they can accept and understand that if possible, you would like to spend more time with them. The sound of your cry, with some of your laughters and chokes when I tried to make you laugh with some jokes and stupid remarks , are one of the sweetest and comforting sound to hear. I don’t know why, it could be the real inner you that emanates from your cries and your laughters, it could be the love of your family that shows through your dissapointment of their leaving a day earlier than planned, it could the dependency on me for a shoulder to cry on, …..what I do know is: This is you. This is the one I love. No disguise, all true, as true can be. And I love you for that.

Thanks, for being you.

Hugs,
Me.

Another one of my all time fav

I will be looking forward to the day when me and my wife, sitting at the balcony, looking out at the driveway, waiting for our kids to be back home for our reunion dinner, with this song playing in the background.........

年轻求得圆满随着岁月走散
忍不住回头看剩下的只是片段
生命不断转弯起起落落变成习惯
爱情像是考验从不承诺永远
这些年像陀螺一样旋转
爱恨都变得无关
过去的风雨留给别人评断
无愧了一切都平淡
是有一点遗憾幸福没有答案
付出不能计算谁能够抚平背叛
不必再去感叹要笑着把眼泪擦干
夜晚是个难关寂寞需要勇敢
影子不会孤单手心还有温暖
在心里的缺口让时间去填满

-蔡琴 - 缺口

Cheers
ahtiow