Forever and a day

My father's new painting: 5x7 feet. Wish I had a chance to be alone in front of it. Interesting piece about the importance of that experience.

Dreams & everything in between

I had a huge Little Nemo book on my Pop's yellow coffee table (usually placed right next to our miniature turtles that walked along plastic palm trees and hills in a make-shift tank) and I would lose myself in his dreams. I feel like I am stuck in between zones right now - on the cusp of change but not knowing what yet.

Aid, charities and...becoming sensitized.

Getting people's attention or striking a chord when it comes to charity work is no easy feat, which is why NGOs are so adept at 'striking communications' (see World Vision's water video below).

While working with the European Commission's Humanitarian Department to raise awareness of their work in Water, Food Aid and Disaster Prevention amongst university students, I came to really appreciate the challenge of creating emotional relevance to a somewhat disengaged or apathetic audience...

All good things...

I had my last writing class last night. It was a great three months - it's funny how just when everyone is most comfortable with one another, the course comes to a close (or rather as one of my classmates put it - 'when people finally feel comfortable enough to be assholes' (regarding critiques). My final project involved a series of 10 poems (one below), now I just have to create the right themed glove for them to fit in...

Sisyphus

Rocking Stones on fucking repeat
no no no
hey hey hey
perpetual yearning
a DEMANDING
tearing out your hair
crazed look occupies eyes
scratching through surfaces
to reveal caramel, mushy, nebulous clusters
of nothingness
too many substances rolled up into one
drop forever out of reach
golden carrot shining, gleaming at the end
of a knarled, tattered, old beat-up stick
chasing running hamsters on wheels
light brown abstractions float,
but speed by hastily, movement in shadows
the roundabout quest
searching like bounty hunters
big beasts parolling highways
flourescent stripes
emulate concrete skunks
the more they find,
the more slips from their grip
and
d
r
o
p
s
as they fall and tumble downwards
hands grabbing at clumps of air
arms held put
expecting everything
but left with empty fists

Copy, Form & Pancakes

Spotted a great campaign for Lurpak butter by w+k. I love the way the copy creates/plays with form. The content is really engaging, like someone is talking directly to you about something very important - breakfast. Breakfast is a long, protracted, leisurely morning meal, which signifies the weekend - time that truly is your own (a cause for celebration!) and the weekly ritual (using Lurpak) because Saturday is Breakfast Day).