tête-à-tête suppers

i know now why i like working on small tables at random corners on the floor. it seems like my brain doesn't allow my consciousness grow as fast as it would like to(or maybe it doesn't want to at all!).

i keep behaving like a little girl, with the mentality of one too, probably to make up for the childhood i had. and i just realized only recently that i keep playing out scenes from my childhood that i'm slowly becoming conscious of.

i love drawing, and i expressed it out loud, which made Lye probe me about how it all began.

"When I was in kindergarten, I made myself a workspace on the left of the altar that lead to the bed room and called it my office. Everyday after school, i would have lunch and start drawing in my little corner on a little stool or on the floor!"


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unfortunately i have no recollections of what i drew, i don't even have evidence of my kid doodles because some people at home who fail to appreciate the wonders of children's creativity and imagination thought of it as junk and just discarded the whole pile of it without seeking my permission. I believe i had a right then, to what i owned despite how young i was. Now all these precious documents are gone forever.

Butterfly Lovers sketchbook excerpt
Pen on coffee-stained printing paper
A6

i did some research on the Butterfly Lovers as the use of butterflies in batik cina drew references from this tragic tale. i extracted more butterflies from mama's kebaya designs and made them into pen drawings, which i tweaked in accordance with my style.