THE END

It is finally over. As much as I longed for this moment to come, I couldn't help feeling a little lost. All of a sudden all my nights are free again. No more rehearsals, no more bitching about the traffic going to the rehearsal venue, no more worrying about audience. No more. The curtain has closed. What is left is a few pictures to remember it by. Oh, and the new friends I've made during the process.

A million thanks to ES and RR for putting up with weeks of slacking at work. You gals are the best!

Short on Words

Time is not something I have in abundance lately, due to my involvement in a show titled "LOVE VS. FEAR". The show opens in less than a week and things are getting harder and harder. But spirits are high and as Cal briefly said (on a slightly different context), "squeeze greatness".

Sneak peak from rehearsals...

HIP HOP Pockemon Crew

Last night we saw a hip hip troupe from Lyon, France POCKEMON CREW performed their dance moves. Everybody has amazing bodies and wooo... The amount of things that human bodies can do!! Amazing!! At one point I said to Cal, "I wish they would take their top off. I want to see their muscled toned body." They did. These guys have bodies sculpted by the finest, and muscles we normal people don't have. Sigh.

For more of their stuff, visit them here.

ALVIN+VOLVO

I adore talented people, especially when they're young and fiery in spirit and passion of what they do. This one guy is one of those. A young Indonesian product designer who struggles in creating international quality work in the midst of his developing nation. He spoke of difficulties in finding craftsmen to deliver the kind of fiber finishing that he wanted, the constant tug of war in delivery time, etc. All of the above was the price he had to pay for cheaper production costs -- which allow him to produce more prototype in lesser amount of money. One can't win all the time. There is 5 more days to his exhibition. VOLVO Showroom in Jl. TB Simatupang, near Carrefour Lebak Bulus. Go visit and appreciate!

Soneto de la dulce queja

Sonnet of the Sweet Complaint

Never let me lose the marvel
of your statue eyes or the accent
that by night the solitary rose of your breath
places on my cheek.

I'm afraid to be on this shore,
a trunk without limbs, and what I most regret
is not to have flower, pulp, or clay
for the worm of my suffering.

If you are my hidden treasure,
if you are my cross and my wet sorrow,
if I am the dog of your dominion,
do not let me lose what i have won.
and adorn the waters of your river
with leaves of my alienated autumn

(Federico Garcia Lorca)

On Ernesto's Travel

There is a perpetual desire burning inside me to constantly go places. As if the ground I stand on is never good enough to hold me, its soil not ripe enough for my tree of life to grow its roots. My latest calling is South America - to travel the dirt roads of Patagonia, deep into the Amazonian jungle, experiencing the richness of the Incan ruins, to eat the bloodiest Argentinian steak.

I came across "Chasing Che" -- a book by Patrick Symmes, who traced back the travels of Ernesto Guevara Lynch de la Serna and Alberto Granado; a journey that was immortalised by Hollywood's Motorcycle Diaries. There is a paragraph in the beginning of the book that I absolutely love because it sums up what I love about traveling.

In December of that year Guevara laid plans for a motorcycle trip across the hemisphere; it was a trip from which he would never come home, even when he returned. One journey leads necessarily to another, and the moped of 1951 gave way inevitably to the motorcycle of 1952... Guevara would return to argentina after eight months, a changed man- a man, as he himself put it, "in transition of some other conception of life." He was a traveler now; the act of discovery is not merely the basis of travel but is also the quintessential revolutionary act. Every long journey overturns the established order of one's own life and all revolutionaries must begin by transforming themselves. ("Chasing Che"; Patrick Symmes, p.10).

Once you start, you can never go back. The revolution is internal; an act of constant transformation through seeing the world, feeling other people and realising that one is nothing in relation to the universe.

ICE QUEEN

The Ice Queen comes bearing sharp stalactites to stab virgin hearts. The seemingly cool and calming aura lures them close, and when they get real close she freezes and the cool becomes cold, the calm turns stormy. They are trapped but the she would not let go. She is what she is. Only beaming sunlight with patient warmth can melts the stalactites and turn the Ice Queen no more.

Art, Love and God Part.2

It is not exactly a continuation of a post of a similar title, but thanks to my beloved fellow blogster faetryn, I've become a regular visitor to Jeffrey Overstreet's fantastic blog, and discovered Mystery and Message .

Ay! Ay! To all the things said.
Oy! Oy! For the zillion attempts to understand and make meanings on life and art.

Meaningless conversations about everything and nothing, anyone?