Avengers : Tim Burton Style
Almost thought Tim Burton did it instead! LOVE IT!
I know I have a tendency to overuse the word love when it comes to describing pieces of artwork that inspire me and which deserve airtime but only because the sheer genius of the piece overwhelms me that it is so difficult to find the right words to articulate the sensation it evokes beyond “ZOMG SO COOL” and ” I LOVE IT”.
A charming ode that put a smile on my face!
Only in grammar
can you guarantee
a past, present, and future
that is perfect.
via Simple past.
Sometime back, I was stopped in the street to take part in a short public film on what words meant to people. I was given the word ‘hope’ and about 10 seconds to come up with something. This is what I came up with because it really resonated with me about how we humans, get up every morning, expecting our lives to be exactly the way we had left it the night before. And if that is not hope, I don’t know, what is.
A friend had seen this and said “…not waking up, expecting things to be better?” and my reply was ” No, not even better. It is the fact that I expect almost everything in my life to remain unchanged when I get up” We complain of routine but sometimes, it is a blessing. To wake up and know that routine awaits you is a comfort because truly, we always think we are infalliable and that life is obligated to obey our structure. But what we truly know about life is that it is random.
( This style of art was largely inspired by Wendy Macnaughton and Lisa Congdon, artists I was introduced to by articles on Brain pickings on Susan Sontang & Anais Nin . The interweb is truly lovely!)
I have been obsessed with language, both my native one and otherwise, ever since learned to read. I’ve been a voracious reader my entire life, and in the past ten years, I’ve studied two languages, German and Japanese, in-depth, while delving into two others, Arabic and Spanish, for shorter, less dedicated stints. Now, I make a living out of trying to explain the labyrinth of the English language to Japanese high school students.
From : Letters of Note: I like words.
I like words. I like fat buttery words, such as ooze, turpitude, glutinous, toady. I like solemn, angular, creaky words, such as straitlaced, cantankerous, pecunious, valedictory. I like spurious, black-is-white words, such as mortician, liquidate, tonsorial, demi-monde. I like suave “V” words, such as Svengali, svelte, bravura, verve. I like crunchy, brittle, crackly words, such as splinter, grapple, jostle, crusty. I like sullen, crabbed, scowling words, such as skulk, glower, scabby, churl. I like Oh-Heavens, my-gracious, land’s-sake words, such as tricksy, tucker, genteel, horrid. I like elegant, flowery words, such as estivate, peregrinate, elysium, halcyon. I like wormy, squirmy, mealy words, such as crawl, blubber, squeal, drip. I like sniggly, chuckling words, such as cowlick, gurgle, bubble and burp.
I like the word screenwriter better than copywriter, so I decided to quit my job in a New York advertising agency and try my luck in Hollywood, but before taking the plunge I went to Europe for a year of study, contemplation and horsing around.
I have just returned and I still like words.
May I have a few with you?
I just love LOVE this letter.
You can feel every word. It begs to be read aloud so that you can taste the word as your mouth forms it; as your tongue listens to your brain to articulate it, . The words fit together to find a rhythm that would ordinarily never be found in a poem or a prose.
And the ending, oh WHAT an ending. What style, what class, what panache!
Too much? NEVER!
I have been meaning to post for ages. I haven’t really drawn in a while, which is strange, considering how I turned to drawing when I had the least time in the world.
So, my good friend got engaged last month and was proposed to in one of the most ‘spoil market’ ways ever! (well, not her fault her fiancé spoilt the market) She was on holiday and was proposed to on the Empire State Building by her boyfriend who flew ALL the way down from Asia just so he could surprise her! (Ted Mosby, you have nothing on this).
She is also one of the laziest people I know so to celebrate all of that, voila!
Happy Engagement E!
p/s: Spot the post-its if you can 
Because some boys have all the right expression for a birthday card! Happy birthday J! 
Update: so J is perpetually late and as an appreciative gesture for her complete disregard for timeliness, I got her this tiny lil’ alarm clock with a yellow face which says ‘whenever’. And of course, every present needs a mocking card…
The time turner
There are some fonts and typesets which give me a great sense of comfort as I read them. This particular one is located at the street opposite my office. And as I walk over the tiles, I know that there is no better font than this to convey that the building is earthed. There’s a whimsy to the serif font but a sense of solid comfort about it. Like a sturdy cup of tea or your mum
As a follow up to this http://wp.me/pvy9V-5z
Here’s more beautiful posters that suggest; and let you fill in the blanks. My favourite has got to be snow white, sleeping beauty and the little mermaid ( Ok, maybe the 101 dalmatians too)
He seems to be quite well known, this Mr Rowan Stocks Moore and you can get your fill of him at here where he has redesigned some booksin2movies(sex&the city, hellooo..very suggestive there..almost well, obvious ;]) and here where he has done some nifty work with the Oscar nominees
One teabag to rule them all!
So I don’t have to change my tea bag after just using it once/twice when I’m very busy with something or alternatively shortchange myself with ever-weakening tea.
I want to be the Lord of the teabag. Is that too much to ask? Not the servant of its whims and fancies of flavour release. NO!
