Sacred Wild: Creation Phase Snippet
Welcome to the second half of 2006!
A glimpse into the process behind recent digital artworks. Every piece begins somewhere.
KARMA
Bali doesn’t let you forget it.
It’s woven into the offerings left at every threshold, into the incense that rises before the day begins, into the way Balinese people move through life. Not asking why did this happen to me, but what did I bring to this.
Karma, in its truest form, isn’t punishment. It isn’t cosmic revenge. It’s continuity. The law that says: energy doesn’t disappear. It returns to its source, in form, in feeling, in circumstance. Always shaped by what was sent out first.
In Bali, you see this lived rather than merely believed. The daily canang sari, flowers, rice, incense, intention, isn’t superstition. It’s an act of conscious return. I give, so that what circulates comes back whole.
But the thing is, it’s not the gesture that travels. It’s the intention beneath it.
Running in the Same Direction
There’s a feeling you know… when something is off. When energy conflicts within itself rather than flowing freely. Then there’s the contrary: the acknowledgment of what just naturally falls into place..
Alignment is a frequency. An energetic knowing of WHAT IS.
Unmasked in Color
There are versions of us the world finds easier to accept. Clean lines, readable shapes, fixed forms, a single color held long enough to be understood. We learn early how to present those versions. How to stay consistent. How to be legible.
But identity was never meant to be a straight line.
Unmasked in Color started as a thought born in the Year of the Horse, then grew into a study of light. First in sunsets, then in the electric pulse of the city at night. Different sources, the same pull: how light reveals and distorts, how it moves across a surface and changes what we think we see. Somewhere in that curiosity, the work turned inward. Light stopped being something I was observing and became a language for self.
Beneath Manila’s Burning Sky
Sunsets. Hmmm… The sky doesn’t wait. It rushes, spills, erupts into color.
It holds everything first: light, heat, tension. Until it can no longer stay undefined.
Manila sunsets aren’t soft. They burn. Just as vivid as the ones in the islands, if you take the time to really see them.
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