It was a lovely almost ridiculous surprise that I pumped into the Uluru by accident. I had no bloody idea about the Rock til I took a flight to Alice Springs. It was an intensive but nice experience to see the unique natural landscape at Uluru and Kata Tjuta national park. Also, I learned more about aboriginal cultures, the rock art, the waterhole, the respect they gave for the old bushland.
Escher x nendo at National Gallery of Victoria, Australia
My orientation about Melbourne was very amazing, “What an artsy city, art is everywhere.” I and a friend stayed in Collingwood, where used to be a place for junkies and working-class then turned into a cool spot to hang out for creatives. Jamaica Plain in Boston also shared a familiar story.
National Gallery of Victoria (NGV) was definitely on the top of my list and I was so thrilled by the exhibition named Escher x nendo there. It was a huge success and it took more than 30 minutes to queue even we bought the online ticket already. For people paying at the entrance, it would take at least an hour! However, the experience was totally worthy since the exhibition extended the senses and perception of audiences. It was great enough that I decide to come back again as joining the Masterclass at NGV to learn more about the process from 2 senior curators and the exhibition designer.
Land – (e)scape p.2
Little way
Just a daily practice about That Nhat Hanh in Unity 3D game engine /

The creation of the new world
The Look
They say,
we are too young
we are such kiddos
we are so spontaneous
we are so careless
so irrational
deep in the chaotic madness
we live like we don’t have tomorrow
The look, the age does matter to them
they dunno how much we suffer
they dunno how many times we feel dead inside
and reborn like poppies in springtime
we’re just simply young pure souls
bravery makes us go all the long way
fall damn hard and stand up as the soldier
never show fear, never show tear
never ask for sympathy, just the company
never look back, never regret
Only death can rip off our hope
all that pains just leave us some scars
We move the world
We change people mind
We are the youth
We are the future
Please all the grumpy ordinary seniors,
shut the fuck off if you dunno “we”.
Pain killer
Heal the brokenness.
Just read. Eat. Sleep.
Meet my favorite people.
Cut off all the cunts and dickheads.
Bury all the false friends.
Kick back my temper.
Repeat my pig cycle.
When I dip into reading again. Warm up with Haruki Murakami’s book then dive deeper into well of loneliness.
Nothing to prove. Nothing to lose.
Just dance with me in the rain of silent words.
Men without women.
Men without women.
Men without women.
Roaring this pain out loud.
Fresh wound. Grumpy wound.
Twisted in the core.
Where is my outlet?
Please police karma, where the heck you’ve been?
Burn, burn, burn all my anger!
Raise up my voice, fight for my right.
Can you hear it?
Napalm bomb in a ghost shell.
Rotten. Reborn.
Just how aboriginal people burn trees in Uluru every year.
The fire. The volcano. The destruction for the start of something new.
Faith in strangers

- The lovely grandma
Treehouse in Vancouver
Flashback of my trip to Canada
Healin’
It was just my art therapy not with any analog but the digital medium for a break-up when I was lonely and had a monotonous life in Melbourne. Every evening after my 9-to-6 job, I attempted to come up with a 3D environment in Unity, a game engine and made a narrative video of that space.