The third story of the traveller.
"keep your questions locked in secret boxes, and open them only when you can answer them" - that’s what he told me.
But it was too late, I was too curious, too restless, there were too many things to see and explore, too many memories returning and leaving.
I want to travel, explore, dance, sing, paint, write, live, laugh, cry, and share all these moments.
This was what I had wanted all along.
"Sounds of growth" - The second story of the traveller.
Something started to grow inside me. I want to dance, write, sing, paint, use every singe way I can to express the stories I heard.
"Sound of Thunderstorms"
I met a traveller, who taught me to fall in love with trees, thunderstorms, and sounds of the rain. He showed me a world I have never seen before.
He asked me to go with him, but I tied myself back. So he continued his travels. And one day, he sent me the sounds of the rain falling over at another corner of the world.
And that’s when I realised I can “travel” without travelling.
I sit in the metro, walk on the streets, listen to my music, look at the people. Every single fraction of a second feels like watching a movie.
It began after a trip alone to Istanbul on my 26th birthday. When I encountered changes that opened a new world, and a new me.
Then, I started wanting to collect portraits of people. There are so many different lives and stories in this world. So many times of hello and goodbye, so many hope and despair. Each individual is unique, regardless of background, age, religion, or whether they prefer bananas or thunderstorms. And we should respect every single one of them.
They inspire me, and I want to document and share as much as I can. To inspire, and be inspired.
"With you, I want to grow both wings and roots"
I sketched this over a year ago. When I felt extreme feelings of being in between freedom and chained. It was painful and I felt torn into pieces.
But someone returned and made me see this in a whole new way. A million times, he gave me inspiration, and taught me to fall in love with trees, freedom, and thunderstorms. Then he told me, “With the right person, you can grow both roots and wings at the same time.”
I don’t know who this person is. But I know that nothing can grow without a root, not even the tallest of trees.
A friend once asked me if I can sell her a painting. I told her I would rather exchange them for stories.
I create artwork from my inner feelings, experiences, and stories I have heard or seen. These are the inner most private emotions, and speak more about myself than any expression or words.
I am inspired by nature, people, stories, love, and music. And money cannot buy inspiration.
A trip alone to Istanbul on my 26th birthday taught me to wish the best for those I love; sorry to whose I hurt; and forgive to those I was once angry at. The world is too big, with too many wonderful things to discover.
One doesn’t need to search for stories; stories happen every day. Embrace them!
- I was once told by a man, that there are two of me. A black one and a white one. He hated the the white one, and always preferred it when I was black. Because the “black” me was seductive, careless, and full of confident energy.
But it actually swallowed all the colours up. I made mistakes over and over, and then erased them with “black”. Until one day I realise I am left raw.
The timid, sad, and deeply-hurt “white” girl just wanted to hide from her mistakes and run away.
That’s when I learnt that the two colours cannot live without each other. They create the person I am. And I want all my colours to remain inside me.
- Poem by atonguewithbutsixwords, thanks for the inspiration! I look forward for more :)
Final version coming soon!
"Words Left Unsaid"
- Sometimes it is so hard to say things, but it is also almost impossible to keep them inside, and then they grow out from you in pain.
Easter bunnies for my first year in Germany. Where the experiences opened many doors and I saw a completely new world in life.
A memory that can never, ever be forgotten. No matter how many years passes. It’s always seeping subtly though your heart like calm water.