Where's Bob Marley?

A colorful sitcom for a friend from back in the days. About a half sighted view on 'Our experiences make us what we are today, both good and bad' From thought, love, imagination, patriotism or maybe, just maybe, a little bit of the sun. 

Object to Change

To those who have been wondering where I been, I will tell you now. I went to sleep and embarked on a long expedition to the other side of the world, I tore out a part of the journal I kept on this journey and decided to share it with you. Good morning once again to the early birds.

"Day 256: I was continuing my expedition deeper in the the jungle when I found a peculiar little artifact. The villagers told me I shouldn't touch it as this particular forest is known for powers unheard of by the modern society. As I am a fool for the untouchables I took it into my possession.

Day 263: My health is deteriorating. I feel a certain change in me that my words can't seem to explain. I must be tired from all the trekking. Or maybe it was all the sprouts I ate. 

Day 361: A year has passed and it is safe to say I have covered ground and sky to this point. The friends I made, the mountains I climbed and the artifacts I found. But one artifact has truly knocked me off my feet. Certain amount of days ago I found this artifact, a certain amount of days ago I felt a remarkable change in me, and now it is also safe to say that I have changed. Literally. I am now a part of the diary I wrote, splashed by ink and carved into the liking of this magical artifact. This is my last entry. As now I found the one place I want to be. A great Adventure to all." - AdhiBuddy

For Your Imagination

My favorite kind of drawing would be making collages of images together. In this case, I drew out what represented a certain part in my life. The work may not be so obvious as the purpose is to act as a catalyst for your imagination. There is a story told, the clue is it starts with the devil holding a book saying 'Once Upon a Time' happy imagining!

Where is my mind?

I always wondered how the mind would look when we are thinking of something. When we are reaching out for a solution or just a simple imagination. 

Dreams of Childhood Stories

I wonder sometimes if we will ever dream like we did when we were young, when we went to sleep knowing that the world was made out of super heroes and the bad tyrannosaurus rex. Just falling asleep in your bed not knowing what the open world has to offer. Whether we meet a giant spaceman, a decisive battle at the colosseum or an adventurous journey across the ocean. Sometimes I wish when I place a story book down and close my eyes, that a giant space shuttle of dreams just fly me away across the wide emptiness of space. Today's dreams on the other hand seems to be more mature, not that we want it but our surroundings are what affects our brainwaves everyday. Maybe i'll close off all reality, and read my story book once more.

It's Your World

What's that one place where you can call home? A house built by concrete and sticks? Or a place where you can run around free and be yourself? I close my eyes, develop a home beyond me and walk into it. The one place where you can always truly free. Your mind, is a sanctuary, but only when taken care of. Take care of what you believe, as corruption will tweak the pure oasis in your head. Everything happens around us, but whether we choose to be manipulated by our surroundings, it's completely up to you. Whether you want to lose what you once were capable of developing, it's up to you. Personally for me, its never too late, just close your eyes once more and develop a home beyond your own. Fly free and be free for the rest of your life.