It is really my sister who encouraged me to write. So I decided to listen to her because I trust her judgement.

What I am trying to do with visual art these days is to make a form. A form that is like a calligraphic stroke, in a way that it would be a messenger of a meaning, and particular. I think that is what abstract art is all about.

It will be something in-between a script and an image.

A Dream

In my dream last night, I was talking with a friend who is a children’s book author. She was someone whom I admired (a non-specific person) or she was a version of me among versions of me. Nonetheless I was confiding in her about the things that was occupying my mind. An idea for a children’s book has impregnated me, but I cannot tend to it right now as I am working on other things. What do I do.

Without a spoken word she outstretched her arm towards me showing the bracelet on her wrist. It was colorful and hand crafted. Between the beads, I saw a writing, also written in hand.

Moby Dick in me will not rest till it comes out into the world.

-by Moby Dick

I have never read Moby Dick, though I did buy a copy and tried when I was in high school. But I do think there is something about massiveness of the book and the giant sea creature. Seeing this quote gave me so much peace. It was telling me not to worry that my efforts will come to nothing. It’s not just me, but Moby Dick itself who will make sure that it manifests in a life form in collaboration with me.