TO LIVE AND TO SURVIVE ARE BOTH THE ART OF NATURE.
To do or not to do.
Already done or will not be done.
Are not the things.
We are capable to choose.
We can do.
We can change.
We can fight.
But the end.
Will be only what the destiny reveals.
A man always dreams.
Beyond his own cage.
Called as death.
Hi's stepping forward.
Enduring all the suffering and pain.
Till the time ends.
And last drop found.
Until then, the journey must continue...
Sunday, July 10, 2011
The Art of Malay Kites
wau jala budi (kindness castnet kite)
the kite Master
meraut buluh (cutting the bamboo)
wau payung berekor (Tailed Umbrella Kite)
Wau Bulan (Moon kite)
These photos I snapped around a Bazar at the MPK field, about 3-4 months ago.
Looking at this old man's art, I found myself submerged in the beauty of the flora and fauna of his imagination. It was so beautiful and meaningful, and every of them communicated with me. Farther more I walked in, the brighter and more colorful the skies and the forest became. I found my late grandfather there. I found me.