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Published: 2006-03-06 03:42:09 +0000 UTC; Views: 246; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 5
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Wow, that's deep! I've been in that same position before, with my boyfriend, but I couldn't go see him cos he is on the other side of the atlantic ocean right now so I felt like crap. Ne time sumthing happens to him I end up crying almost as if it were me, but I know I cudn't be feeling as bad as he was, jus stayed on the phone until I woke up hours later hearing his sleeping snores on the other end!
You didn't bore me at all, it's good to appreciate art with meaning rather than the usual copies of what only the eye sees, it shows what makes people human and it makes you think.
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thanx, i'm glad u understands. i just wanted to be with her, fade into the background for all i care, just sit there silently will be enough. but i guess she needed time alone. n it's at times like this, i realized how little i could do n how little i did. best wishes for u n ur bf!
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This is very surreal, very mysterious, it makes me wanna ask a whole bunch of questions...
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yeah? go ahead n ask~~ ^^
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Well I don't want to be nosy I have my own enterpretations but I want to hear what the ARTIST meant by this! Sum ppl think these kinda discussions r boring or they want to leave it up to the viewer, but i jus like to ask
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i usually have a mixed feeling about my piece, sorta want to share the whole story on how's it's made n what inspired it, but sometimes it also feels like by doin so, i'm sharin so much of myself that i become vulnerable. but this particular piece i don't even know how it came to be. i was sittin in the bus terminal waitin to catch a bus to go home to my best friend. she just lost a loved one and i couldn't think but just wantin to be there with her. i played in my mind all sorts of different things i will do for her, but felt they weren't enough, n worst of all, i dunno what to say to her. n i guess i don't want to say anythin, the whole time i was doin this i was starin at the telephone booth in front of me. maybe cuz of fatigue, they started stretchin vertically and the metal was just glarin in my eyes. then i decided to draw. n the whole time i was replayin my relationship with my best friend, how we met, what happened these years and what i've done or didn't do. n by the time i got on the bus, this is the piece of paper i was holdin in my hand. i decided to name it reflection for two reasons. the reflection of the phone booth is somethin much more hideous than the spotless metal. just like a lot of things in this world, the reflection may show its true self, a darker and more painful self even. n sometime we can't see the true self unless some thing happens to serve as a reflective surface, maybe because we are unconsicously unwillin to see, or maybbe we are just so engrossed in the appareance. the other reason is a really straight forward one. i was reflecting on my life, my friendship, and myself as a person. it may not be a pleasant process, but that's what reflections are.
so there. hopefully i didn't bore u with this long story, but i guess i needed to get it out of my system. if you are still reading. thank you.
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