Inverse ladies, being all cool.

Hello 2 a.m., we meet again.

Self-portrait as an octopus or something.

"This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
Meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.”

- Rumi

"The world forgetting, by the world forgot."

Pina Bausch, from this beautiful photo.

"Tanzt, tanzt sonst sind wir verloren."

(Dance, dance otherwise we are lost.)

Just found this picture. Not even remotely apologetic about my musical taste circa the early 2000s.

Coincidental placement of two covers with naked-torso, kajal-lined ladies on the right, and I still get excited about the Spice Girls.

Look at those mixtape line-ups! I listened to the first one so much that the case is broken, in several places. :)

What thought and planning used to go into these. I miss the days when we valued each track - and its precise position in the line-up - like our lives depended on it. I miss the act of making a mixtape.

Very Lana del Rey-esque, sepia-toned mood setting in around here. Hmmm.

Summertime sadness?

A beautiful concept of time, from Madagascar:

"The Malagasy imagine the future as flowing into the back of their heads, or passing them from behind, then becoming the past as it stretches out in front of them. The past is in front of their eyes because it is visible, known and influential. They can look at it, enjoy it, learn from it, even “play” with it. The Malagasy people spend an inordinate amount of time consulting their ancestors, exhuming their bones, even partying with them.

By contrast, the Malagasy consider the future unknowable. It is behind their head where they do not have eyes. Their plans for this unknown area will be far from meticulous, for what can they be based on?

(Read more: http://www.businessinsider.com/how-different-cultures-understand-time-2014-5#ixzz33m1hQvtZ)

Glimpses from an old sketchbook.

"No more words. In the name of this place we drink in with our breathing, stay quiet like a flower."

- Rumi

"I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses."

- Friedrich Nietzsche

Another quick playing-with-colour-and-pattern experiment.

For this week’s Illustration Friday prompt, I drew on something I came across this week, about how the shape of the universe is supposed to be a dodecahedron.

Considering how much I love polyhedral shapes AND the idea of multiple universes, thought I’d mash it all up into one colossal gem-like multiverse structure.

Somewhere inside all that, is us. That’s always humbling no matter how many times I think about it.

What are the odds of this blog turning 2 and also reaching 100 posts in the same week? Tumblr has been a world of wonders!

In honour of small joys such as these, please accept this rare self-portrait of the artist as a constant work-in-progress.

Thank you to everyone who takes the time out to look at the work I share. It means everything.

Saving beautiful colour combinations for future use. Also, any excuse to fill pages of watercolours!

Palettes via the lovely Design Seeds.

Got a secret, can you keep it?