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" mata terbelalak mendengar berita,
semua gejolak takkan terlupa.."
n0v, 2nd '08 (00:51)
"hati keluh dan berlabuh,
sunguh terlalu jika tak tau,
hati keluh...
1 hari yang lalu
A SECRET RED RIDING HOOD
tugas mata kuliyeah 'fantasy arts'. baru covernya doang. masih progress isinya.SQUARE FIXED POSTER! :)
poster film praktika : Square trip
filmnya ini bercerita tentang LSD (Lysergic acid diethylamide)
filmnya ini bercerita tentang LSD (Lysergic acid diethylamide)
Gimmicks
gambar diatas belum cukup untuk menggambarkan world's most happen phenomena dan unsolved mysteries. i really love and have a lot of desire for those topics!
Movie poster : "Bye Lulla Lullaby"
poster ini adalah poster film untuk Karya Tugas Akhir Mayor Film/Sinematografi. sinopsisnya sendiri menceritakan tentang Lulla seorang gadis yang lugu, polos, namun menyimpan keraguan dan pelik kehidupannya sendiri dan tertutup dari dunia luar.
yang ini teaser filmnya. berbentuk postcard.cover illustration #2
Reinkarnasi-kunokini album(on process)artwork by evan
have a nice fashionable mouth-happy fasting, people!
DEDICATED FOR MISS MISERY
MISS MISERY
I forgot when is the last time i experience this special kind of misery.
It was around the end of 2006, i guess, when everything fell into pieces.
I remember walking alone around city with a canvas shoes and a t shirt shouts Kancut (man, oh man). I don't know what i was doing, where i was going to, but i do remember the feeling, the silence break in madness street.
During that phase, i tried any kinds of movie to watch.
I tried any hair styles for a sake of perfect make over.
I tried to take public transportation to mysterious routes (yes, i got lost thousand times and ended up doing taxi ride home).
I tried to stop socializing and deal with myself.
Aren't we all get through that path once and twice in our lives?
At first, we do/did blame it on something/someone else, yes.
But do/did we really recover?
Many people said that time heals, drink heals, new shoes heals, extreme make over heals, new love heals,
but do/did we ever really recover?
Or the wounds are hidden to some secret box in our mind?
Dear scientists, can you detect the location of our future-blocking boxes, because i want to vanish them all with an Avera Kedavera spell, become a hero of the universe.
PS: dear Mr. Picasso.
I'm not a painter.
I'm not a sculpture artist.
I'm not even an art student.
But you and your Blue Period is my guilty pleasure.
I cannot accept the fact that something beautiful could be reflected from misery.
It's not fair.
But i do love you still.
May you rest in peace.
Amin.
I forgot when is the last time i experience this special kind of misery.
It was around the end of 2006, i guess, when everything fell into pieces.
I remember walking alone around city with a canvas shoes and a t shirt shouts Kancut (man, oh man). I don't know what i was doing, where i was going to, but i do remember the feeling, the silence break in madness street.
During that phase, i tried any kinds of movie to watch.
I tried any hair styles for a sake of perfect make over.
I tried to take public transportation to mysterious routes (yes, i got lost thousand times and ended up doing taxi ride home).
I tried to stop socializing and deal with myself.
Aren't we all get through that path once and twice in our lives?
At first, we do/did blame it on something/someone else, yes.
But do/did we really recover?
Many people said that time heals, drink heals, new shoes heals, extreme make over heals, new love heals,
but do/did we ever really recover?
Or the wounds are hidden to some secret box in our mind?
Dear scientists, can you detect the location of our future-blocking boxes, because i want to vanish them all with an Avera Kedavera spell, become a hero of the universe.
PS: dear Mr. Picasso.
I'm not a painter.
I'm not a sculpture artist.
I'm not even an art student.
But you and your Blue Period is my guilty pleasure.
I cannot accept the fact that something beautiful could be reflected from misery.
It's not fair.
But i do love you still.
May you rest in peace.
Amin.
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