Brown red rocks were companions in the journey of the waterfall. A tall breeze on a mountain west of Melbourne. People swim in the lake, or pond, created by the cascade. From the top, everything is a Pollock painting, but better.
Since I was a kid I was existentially afraid…
During the first outbreak of Covid-19, walking down the streets evoked some kind of familiar, yet extra-terrestrial feeling. I couldn’t quite put the feeling down in words, but I knew it had something to do with cities being empty; buildings looking lonely and isolated. After all, we have built and…
You have planned to start reading. Perhaps, you planned to restart reading. Maybe you’d like to read more but don’t have the time. Or maybe your head isn’t up to it.
Reading may also seem intimidating, not to mention the decision paralysis that might result from the notion that there may…
When I first joined Medium, with the intention of writing about personal finances (well, that dream has gone…with my actual finances) I started researching tips and tricks for the successful blogger.
The most common tip could be interpreted as “find your lane”, in other words, choose a niche and stick…
First, what is aquascaping?
aqua·scape | \ ˈä-kwə-ˌskāp , ˈa- \
plural aquascapes
So, aquascaping is the “art” of arranging elements such as hardscapes (rocks and wood) and plants in an aquarium. The aim is to create the appearance of a natural aquatic environment.
Sure, I have green gravel and…
Not unlike in several other paintings of the period, in Monk by the Sea, the figure, the monk, does not take space in the painting. Sure, upon second look, the monk does not go unnoticed.
There is something about the figure, slender, lost…yet present. Slightly bent. Bent like a cane.
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My Mad Fat Diary is set in Stamford, Lincolnshire in the mid-1990s and recounts the narrative of Rae Earl, a 16-year-old 16 stone (106 kg) teen who just left a mental ward where she had spent four months. She begins to reconcile with her closest friend, Chloe, who assumes she…
As some of you may know, I managed to kill four cherry shrimps out of five. Sad, but true. I had prepared a tank for them, and cycled it, but to no avail. But, what? What is that?
A survivor. We called it Tomato the Survivor, and placed it into…
Same same, or same different. Who cares?
Now, pass me the char kwey teow, I’ll make pasta tomorrow. Promised.
For so long, I convinced myself that I needed to start seeing the world with colour-blind lenses. No white, black, or Asians. No islanders, natives, or Latinx. We’re all the same.
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Deep into my time researching about the sublime for my next art essay, I discovered a concerning fact. The boss, or better, Counter Arts’ founder Carlos Garbiras has gone paleo. Does he also spend his time in a CrossFit gym? If so, he didn’t say. …
