Sunday, April 09, 2006
Two days at Mecca
It is a pilgrimage each person have to do at least once in her life time. That destination for me is the Secret Headquarters gallery. My Muhammad is the Art of James Jean.
His drawings touch me in the way unlike a hit in the gut, but a lock of hair strands that slowly tighten around your heart. The hands he drawn have a quiet intrigue about them, that overcomes you like how a desert sunset must have appeared to the lone traveler.
As i walked out of the crowded gallery into the cold of sunset blvd, my heart became a tender, sore hollow spot that's being squeezed so hard by the other organs, i couldn't breathe. All i can think of is, "there's something so clairvoyant in life, it gives out pain and pleasure simultaneously".
i was enlightened.
Posted by Shelly Wan at 11:18 AM