graphs of my Universe
A background
Is redone.
A painting
Is restarted
Again
And again
And again.
Maybe one morning
She will restart
One more
And finally get it done.
There is peeping light
Highlighting the canvas
Naturally
Glowing with a new story
Sweeter to tell.
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i don’t know when this work is going to complete – it is constantly a new start because of the artist’s unprofessional insecurity
the recipient is impatiently waiting, a deadline must be set — ok, ok 🙏🏼
It takes good backgrounds
For stories to come alive.
Time, place or colours—
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this is the finally-decided colour for the background; just the background after many months, making sure this gift is loved by the birthday lady — thanks for your patience and understanding, Mbak ☺️💝
This heart is flowing fluid
Filling the soul with
Redness of bravery
And rage;
Pinkness of romance
And lust;
Orangeness of warmth
And attention craver;
Yellowness of glory
And jealousy;
Greenness of tranquility
And envy;
Blueness of peace
And mourning;
Whiteness of singularity,
And fear;
Blackness of mystery
And death.
When the soul blinks,
A spectrum ray chutes down
On to the ocean of mind,
Illuminates what’s to solve.
Is your face dyed as your heart is dyed, Beloved?
And your words
Your footsteps
Your breaths
Touch?
Or, layers of curtains shade your true colours?
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Hi, little bird. Befriend with your wings which look weak but bring you freedom. Befriend with your feet which look twiggy but hold you balanced. Befriend with your feathers which look light but give you warmth. Befriend with your eyes which look dark but show you pixels others can’t enjoy. Befriend with your tiny beak to sing only happy songs because sad songs are only for you when you’re with a trusted circle — hush! Untrusted flock will spill your sad stories everywhere to make themselves happy and feel important, and that will make you even sadder. Sing, perch, fly and enjoy your life responsibly freely.
Look, little bird. The sun shines brightly giving hopes to the heliotropic, while the air is yours through its pressurising differently every moment you move. Enjoy every second that you can capture, no matter what. Sing!
“I’m little bird, oh little bird in a short pretty life. I’m little bird, oh little bird in a realm of colours. I’m little bird, oh little bird, oh me.” 🪶
Have a wonderful weekend!
Salaam.
Singapore – Apr. 16, 2022 / 21:47
Walk life on colours.
Down’s green. Up’s blue. Inside’s clear.
Here’s some red for fun.
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It depends on what she mixes on the pallets. Any hues will appear as she wishes.
She keeps working on a canvas because it is hers. Her parts of body work in harmony to draw a picture of her complete cycle of life.
She’s covered at least half of her journey so she won’t turn back. Besides, the sign doesn’t allow her to.
Weekend, weekend. 🍃
There’s a space to read
A message…. Deciphered, it
Will turn to insights.
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Say hi to colours
Sent by the beauty across
The sea. Thanks, buddy!
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Flowers from a colleague who has the same hobby, working accompanied by flowers. A touch of cheerfulness boosts the immunity.
Thanks, MZ!
A gate wide opens
Out to a meadow. Summer,
Show your charms to earth.
Not that I’m happy all the time but speak happy talk happy smile happy eat happy work happy has made me happier longer than before.
So why not?
Thanks for those humble and kind orbiting around me. So blessed for being some simple waza waza for each other! 💝
It is not easy there but you can do it!
This too shall pass!
Salam…. 🙏🏼
Foraging culture Taking from nature for free. She should gratify.
When biking, I see many kinds of flowers at the side of the roads and most of them just dry and fall off. Falling in love with them, I stopped and plucked some. Did I regret….? A bit of regret, yes but then I whispered to the reservoirs that I thank them for all the freshness and beauty they lend me every time I pass by…..
May all beings be happy.
No, Beloved. You are not red You are not yellow You are not blue Only. You are all gradationally spread from one point to another, Occupying Space, Led by Time. Time makes all matter. It becomes every milestone of journey. It gives chances to clarify the direction of journey. It sets free what should be said and what should be held back. Enjoy. Space is a secondary supporting detail. It doesn’t talk about the essence of journey. It shows what’s been hoarded by a traveler. It neglects what’s importance. It helps slow down when break is needed But at times it obscures the signs and messages. Beware! Stay where you are, Beloved with no nerves Knowing that space won’t corrupt you. It is a lining of colours in different levels of degree that beautifies your existence. Don’t quit, Beloved whichever the speed is Knowing that time sharpens your perceptive. It is what will be weighed and presented as a gift. You see that, Beloved? Or not? Oh, I know you’re tipsy! 😁 — A free verse about time and space between the Lover and the Beloved. Bored to death! Thanks God it’s Monday tomorrow! Singapore - Jan. 17, 2021 / 22:00
Artist naturally, Exploring excitedly, Sharing publicly—
Naturally an artist, not a very talented though, always excited to explore and to share what’s made to those around me, I’ve limited sharing things to those I personally know to fully view at anytime.
I recently decided to share my humble works of art in another Instagram account to anyone liking to sightsee amateur artists scattered online.
Enjoy the @rasawarnanya
What about flowers? Colours, fragrance, shapes, and mood Wrapped in a prayer.
Singapore – November 20, 2020 / 00:10
Your self perception Doesn’t represent true you. So is self portrait.
10% of self portrait hasn’t even captured the spirit of the person being painted. It is either a failure of technique or absence of realism talent. Or both?
May all beings be happy.
rike jokanan 
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