Odd is an odd word.
And one of the most fascinating things about the oddest of people is that they really don’t know how odd they are; or how extremely entertaining it is to watch them talk, or even do nothing, from afar.
I spent the past two days (well, almost) at a friend’s place just hanging out and observing how he goes about his day. It’s always nice to people watch – I find it interesting how sensitive and understanding I become of the world around me just by opening myself up to the diversity of each and every person I encounter. And the great thing about having been in that very odd situation is that I found tangible normalcy where it was otherwise invisible.
Because at some point in the middle of all the oddity, I realized nothing or no one ever really is legit enough to be a point of comparison as to what or what isn’t odd. The kind of judgement that is rooted by spiteful ignorance isn’t fun – but it makes you think. And when you start thinking about the right things, they eventually lead you to the right perception, the right direction.
Anyway everything written above isn’t really related to the following pictures. And since most of you probably didn’t even get whatever point I was trying to make, (if I even had one) here are some of my old artworks:
I got home and stormed my stuff for old artworks… I realized I haven’t done enough art the past few months.
Because suddenly, in the middle of all the oddity, there it was - hinspiration.