Bring it on It's been a great long weekend by my standards and I am recharged and ready for this weeks 4 and a half days of NGO ugliness.
Took Saturday off to treat the brother to a nice day out to Batam, where he discovered the wonders of metrosexual living by having a full body aromatherapy massage for the first time. He had a good 1.5 hr session whilst I reclused into the pedicure room for a 1 hour foot spa. Fantastic, now my toenails all so clean one! Not the usual grubby chapped and callused famer's feet I usually sport, apt as mofo bought me my very first pair of Berkies!
Heh, I just HAD to show them off. SHOW OFF! I am been wanting one for ages and ages, but strangely have always found the will power to resist buying these babies. (Interestingly, having worked out my expenditure for a random month, I found that I spent majority of my money on food. This makes me sick about my sorry self.)
Back to Batam.
After the Spa we headed down to Rudy's Salon for hair spa. Same one I had done with the girls when Porn Queen came down in Dec. Unfortunately, I failed to get a very gay Alfon (Alfonzo), to be my brother's massuse. That would've been morbidly fun for Joshua the homophobe. We caught the 6pm ferry back to Singa and I headed off to Mofo's place for a sleep over.
I'm not going into details about Sunday and today, but I must say that I have now found renewed inspiration to paint again. The history of my relationship with brushes and canvas has been a very brief one.
I started an oil painting class this time last year. First lesson taught me how to draw with charcoal, use oils as a medium and... that's a bout all really. I was copying a picture out of a fucking book. Needless to say, I never went back and my materials, which by the way I paid with my blood money earned from working very hard in film production for a brief period, is still stuck in the art studio in holland village.
I hate drawing apples, vases, balls and blocks and sitting at the desk with my pencil trying to draw a perfect circle. What's with this perfect circle bullshit? As kids we were always taught that humans have round heads and round eyes, BUT! cannot use a coin to trace because that is wrong! That is not art! And when we make imperfect circles and Bala looks more like a skewered taiwanese sausage we get a D- for art.
Mofo says I'm impatient. I think I am too.
In my mind I see Chagall, Matisse, God forbid, even a little Worhol. colours textures, scenes, but no patience to learn the nuances of colour, strokes, shading, to fully grasp the technique needed for each medium. I did'nt imbue patience over the weekend, but I did get hold of an acrylic handbook (Thank You Mofo). I think this is the direction I should be headed, not forking out hundereds for art lessons. Afterall it's just on outlet for the madness in my repressed brain. No one should dictate what I should or should not be painting.
And going to the Arts House today really gave me the extra boost I needed.
And I also got a New book. Yum Yum Yum. Thank you Mofo again. You spend many money!
Self Abuse
On a seperate note:
My ipod is sick.
This makes me very sad as my grandfather bought it for me as my graduation present a year and a half ago.
I hope it can be repaired.
This means that going to work is simply going to work. Bah!
