Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label creativity. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Around the house!

Continuing from the previous post, being home has its advantages.. you finally get down to completing those half-done diy projects, here are some of mine:

Part of a wall-mural I made.. Some of the butterflies are popping out cuz they've been stuck on, while others have been painted =]

A runner-and-seat-cover set I fashioned from some scrap cloth.

Canvas wall hangings, also fashioned from scrap cloth.

Oooh (off topic) and a butterfly stopped by our house the other day =D

A pillow case I stitched recently.. Scrap Cloth diy again.

Have been cooking loads lately so maybe I should be starting a "Dudey's Kitchen" Series ;)

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Dudey's Doodles II


A doodle with an explanation.. a labelled illustration, if you will.
Also, this may not be how I look like in the real world, but as Morpheus explained to Neo in the Matrix: 
"Your appearance now is what we call "residual self image". It is the mental projection of your digital self." ;-)

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Monday, February 14, 2011

A new day.

Oh mischievous Mr. Sun,
You do know, it's no longer fun,
To mock the brevity of  my size, 
or liken it to the span of my life.
To be mysterious - I can only see so little of you,
But your glow never fails to weave through,
my life & the highlights of my existence.
I loathe the dark-knightly-pretense,

of leaving me in bliss and peace,
so you can face the stormy seas, 
to reach over alone to the other end,
still looking over me with a moonly stance.
Realize, you can never make the two sides meet,
better yet - just retreat.
Come join me, in an eternal embrace.
Come float with me, in your soothing blaze.
Through the mesmerizing strands of your gold rays,
With the blinding beauty of your face
- You make my day start.
Mr. Sun, you have my heart.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Flippin' Me


Dudey's heart is a grain in the hourglass. 
It keeps flipping back and forth between the two halves - in the future waiting to become present or in the past buried by the present. 
It keeps floating up and down - in the peaceful solitude or in the distrusting isolation.
It keeps being turned around - a new direction, a new era, a new emotion every time.