Basin..Bai-Sin!!!

* Just a test of the ceramic material and how it reacts to light...I think it turned out pretty ohk!! 3DS Max and Photoshop...

The Final Frontier (Speed Paint)

* Another Photoshop Speed Paint...Painted in 20 minutes...I SO want to get a hang of it...early morning speed paints...I am beginning to love them form the space of my heart!! hehehe...

"Empty spaces - what are we living for?
Abandoned places - I guess we know the score...
On and on!
Does anybody know what we are looking for?"

Dusk (Speed Paint)

* Speed Paint using Photoshop...Still Learning I guess...When will improvement strike...oh lightning of improvement please strike me...Strike me!!!!

Game Design - Level One (Basic Blocking)

* This is the first level of a game that I am developing as a portfolio project...This is the basic blocking of where things will be and all that. This is not how its going to look though. The characters are yet to be designed. Shall upload the more refined pictures when they are done. There are lots of pub scenes in the game..hahahahahha :P :P...alchohol I cant leave you I think. :D

Hera With Her Nine Lives

There is a shiver all around

Whiskers tonight twine no sound

Her wrath she calmly caresses

Until her heart it pleases.

O’ Hera with your nine lives

Give me one without question

I seek but the music of your tongue

And the wisdom of its knives.

The Birth

The eggs turned into fingers

Thoughts turned to hyena

Songs turned women

And men made beds.

The End.

Kiss Of The Cat

She smiled from across the street. Her smile the morning call of birds in a deep and elderly forest: candles in a morning. Smile that makes smile in bad times. Accident of the gods; in their rash evil creations, there they created unnoticed beauty. Sublime and gentle: happiness. And then cursed man for it: their mistake.

- Candles flickered in the morning light

Oblivious that they were ignored

The change in temperament they understood not

For at night they shall much be adored.

Her purpose was quite simple. Her heart was full. In her love for coffee, she strode towards it. Modern capitalist achievements, bars serving coffee.

The building was new, it was glazing through and through. The ground floor was called Sista-The Coffee Bar. Her destination. Coffee gave her a sense of belonging, it gave her freedom in those minute moments of sipping. Everywhere she went people stared at her, at her smile. But this was the only time when she was oblivious to the piousness of those eyes. The want of them; the jealousy.

She entered the immaculately clean glass door and softly spotted a seat for herself in the far left corner of the room. Her coffee immediately arrived.

- Cat’s kiss to the brown coffee

Her smile for a pending life given

Thus she kissed the brown china cup

And nothing was ever in my heart the same.

Wishes Upon A Tree

There was a lonely young boy

Who wished upon a tree,

His wish not for a toy

His wish not to be free

He wished all his loneliness fall

Come true just one dream

When the boy became a young man

He went back to the tree

Took a little of the lying sand

And recalled his vivid dream

His wish not fulfilled

Unsatisfied, he went to the stream

There stood he by the stream

He wished upon its placid roar

He wished again his vivid dream

His dream swam to the river floor

Though alive in nature so it seemed

Disheartened he closed his hearts door

There was once that young man

And he seemed to have gotten on

His dream forgotten as best as can

His hopes seemed to have left and gone

He thought he tried

He thought he moved on

But this young man knew not nature

Knew not surprises sweet of its bosom

Just one morning his wish ruptured

And his dream drew forth a kingdom

There came forth a princess

Smiled and she kissed him on his lips.