“I'm not sure which is more sad. Me without dream, or you can't make your dream comes true.”
Here are some quick shots of how "Bright Colored Poison" was being made.
This year I’m fortunate enough to joined a show with @coreyhelfordgallery coming up very soon this Feb23. I will also join @supersonicart ‘s 8th annual show this early April. And as always, with good ol’ @wowxwow_art ‘s show this June. All thanks to those 3 big stars who gave me a chance and a place to show my work. I'm very grateful. Really.
This year I also want to be more talkative. Back then I was shy. My point of view wasn't matured enough to sounds not stupid. Not to mention, the language barrier. My English was so broken to the point I would die from embarrassment if I read the older stuff I wrote. But it gets better over time. What I need is practicing so I can write them out faster.
Speaking of faster, I want the same for my art. I have to admit that in the last 3 years, I'm on a borrowed time. I quit my job to focus all my time on my art. It was like in the university all over again. (And boy, I have a LOT to say about university. Maybe in later posts.) It was all well and good. And my art is now at least...acceptable? Good enough to get my message across anyway. But it is too slow. The amount of time I take just to create 1 artwork is not very optimistic. I can't keep going on like this forever. It's time to face another change in my life. I can feel that it will have an impact on my art. The new schedule will make sure it happen so.
So yeah, I want to look into a way of making art faster this year. Without losing my core messages of course. And also finding more time to write. Probably. Nothing is ever certain. But here's really hoping that I can get to keep making art. It's what I do now. Can't imagine myself without it anymore.
If you read my rant this far, uh, thank you I guess. I don't know why would you. But support is always appreciated. Thanks guys. New artwork for @supersonicart is coming very soon.
I realized that I’ve got a number of random thoughts / artwork statements through out the years. I might as well archive them all in my own website. So here it is - Pruch Sintunava’s blog of random crap is now live!
I’m not sure how random it will be, but it should takes shape with time, just like everything else around here. Be warned though, most of the content you see here will be raw, unpolished ones.
And, thank you if you wander by and stick around to read a piece or two.
Strange thing has happened in our society. We are now haunted by ghosts of positive people.
We don't know who they are. All we know is that they are rich, happy, beautiful, and succeed chasing their dream life. Stories like these has been sharing through social media like urban legend. And like all ghost stories, all they do is scare you when you are alone.
Humanity are still new to this overwhelming positive information. The desire to be a better, richer, hotter person is now only make us nervous. The once inspiration becomes an anxiety poison. The once positive is now a new negative.
Sooner or later some of us will learn to fight back. It's either drown in a sea of glittering toxin, or accept who you really are, and keep wading your own way. Or at least that's what I hope.
We ask our kids what they want to be when they grow up.
How many of us dare asking the same question into the mirror and does not flinch when it answer back?
Expectation is a poison waiting to burn your inside when you think it was gone.
Every survivors in our society will say they have but a few person they can cling their heart onto.
We all know the need to adapt to survive. Sometimes sacrificing a few pieces of humanity we have left, changing for the sake of advancing life forward. Often times we also left someone behind.
We do what is necessary, But is it really worth leaving someone from their side, just to keep living alone without anyone we care about?
The choice in life is always simple, but the decision we have made never was.
In society we can always hear how people make a quick judge on someone with a single word - ‘good’ or ‘bad’. We earn a good status to someone by being with them, and we earn a bad status by being against them. We all grew up with this simple system since our childhood, from family, school, to working life. In order to survive, and fulfill our self esteem, we try our best not to be branded as a bad one from the place we are in.
While it is normal to try and stay true to ourselves, the decision is much harder when it comes to something we care about. We start developing fear of damaging the relationship of the people who matter to us, like family, friend, or lover. The thought of suffering the consequence from what we have chosen scares us from being bad, to be seen as a disappointment. For this reason, many reluctantly deny their freedom of choice, to save what is valuable to their live.
This create what I see as a ‘Good boy’. A human who grew up struggling to be honest to themselves. They cannot overcome the fear of having bad relationship, and instead choose to be a selfless good guy in the eye of someone they care. Their self-awareness also making them constantly fight their own desire, refuse to manipulate the thought of other people, and being forced to live with their own conflict inside. Ultimately, they become unwilling to either give, or take, creating scars on their self consciousness, regardless of choice they made.
Even if they can finally conquer their burden of choice, and fully become what they truly are, it will still come at a heavy price. The question still remains, Did we do the right thing? What if we have chosen the other way? Will the alternate path be better than what we have permanently chosen? Or we will regret it no matter what we do in the end? In order to find the answer, we have to keep on living. But it might be hard to do so in a chaotic nature of this modern world. I want my art to ask viewer these type of questions. And hopefully, one might find the fragment of answer in their own light.
There’s one animal who used to serve tirelessly as the backbone of our agriculture, as a domestic pet, a vehicle, and even as a source of meat. In return, my culture give them the meaning of their name - ‘stupid’.
Before the day machine becomes popular, Buffalo are trained and used mainly in farming purpose. We regard them as stupid because we see them obediently follow our command without questions, and never seem to understand, or care, to what happen around them. In modern world where the society tries its best to imitate a trending slogan like ‘be yourself’, or ‘be different’, only a few understand the responsibility that comes with this ambiguity ambition. It’s an irony that nobody seem to notice that they just become even more alike. Everyone is trying to be different in the same way, just because they are being told to do so. The buffalo horns and leash in my character are symbolizing this situation, in fear of this is what we will become in the next generation.
I also have to mention the scout uniform. In my culture, our school will have their ‘Scout’ day once every week, all the way from junior to last year high school. What it does was having their student wear a boy scout uniform, engaging them with a few lessons, and end the day with a song or an anthem. Both students and teachers never ask for its actual meaning or why are they doing so. They do as being told to, and play their part along. From what I see, nobody seem to enjoy it, but choose to pretend not to know what’s going on, rejecting the opportunity to understand its purpose, either for appreciate it or rebel against it for themselves. This is why I put them along with the buffalo horn symbol. As they seems to get along together very well.
Fakeland Rhapsody is an ongoing series where I want to ask the question - are we really moving forward here? Or are we just pretending to make progress and slowly forget how to be a human? The culture we claim to be so proud about is there, but no one ever try to grasp the true and long lost purpose of its existence. Is this a sign that we are slowly become what we regard as ‘stupid’? If this is to be our future, I have to wonder if it’s too late for us to turn back and do something about it now.