Whispers
At one point i decided I wasn't scared anymore.
(((( A HA! The Biennale is working for me. ))))
So i pose for vips near the man with his face that needs a plug.
At one point i decided I wasn't scared anymore.
(((( A HA! The Biennale is working for me. ))))
So i pose for vips near the man with his face that needs a plug.
Still on the same exhibit,
there is not a singular significant meaning to pull the art piece together - not like every other art piece that seemed to say, "we work as an entire concept". and i liked that. i liked it a lot.
it didn't pretend to have one sweeping meaning.
just how like life truly is.
while everything may be situated in one place, not everything works in synchronocity and purposefully for each other to a have a bigger or deeper meaning. is this another epiphany for me? :p
Vips jumped off the ramp and told me to snap her picture,
of course, i oblige. :)
Yes, still on the same exhibit. There were details on the wall the were beautiful and gross at the same time. haha.
I had to capture this.
I had to.
Title is long... but i remember the "... NOISE..." part.
The man you see is REALLY slowly getting up from bed, till he walks off screen.
Though everything is pretty interesting to observe, you cannot put two very impatient people like me and vips in an empty room without us bursting with silliness.
Yes, that's vips pretending to be... pfft, heaven knows? a hawk? haha
...and suddenly i was surrounded by plants and a waterway that had me face a seal (not a real one, thank god) haha. it was probably the best thing i saw that day
we came upon this "crossroad" littered with broken terracotta figures of human body parts, and it led straight to a cage filled with flowers. wouldn't want to be there at night, it looked spooky.
... and with every word uttered, a spotlight blinding-ly held me centrestage to a thousand loving fans shrieking and adoring me! haha.
i got a kick out of this, and taunted them until they screamed and clapped louder and louder. haha.
Vips and i decided that we gotta leave our own mark in an unmarked exhibit, and it was a tiny paper boat that carried one thing we wanted so bad to believe in - that we can get on with our lives now. Because we have to.