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This other blog (see link below) was created to display my decorative items for sale. However as time passes by, the time to paint for sale just eluded me

No special reason as to why I still have this blog... maybe it's just to remind me..... that's where and how I started to be where I am now :)

All items shown are hand-painted personally by yours truly... but now I focus on commissioned jobs. So, I do take orders... but the queue is long... sorry :( .... but if you are willing to wait in the queue... I'm more than obliged to paint for you..... It would be an honour!!!!

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

THAT little house at the back ...

A long long time ago before toilets were built IN the house ...we had this quaint little "house" placed somewhere in the backyard... a wee bit further from the house of course (to eliminate any unpleasant smells, I guess... hehe) ... and lo behold if you are alone at home at night and have the urge to attend to nature's call ... hehehe ... I know, I'd never dared to go alone at night without company!!!! Anyway, these structures are a rarity now (thank God for technology!!!)... unless you are in some remote area ...

Anyway... found and borrowed this idea from an Australian painting magazine many years ago... but for the moment I can't quote offhand the original painter and magazine .... and of course I gave it my personal touch....



I wonder whether the younger generation has ever seen such structures.... hmm ????

4 comments:

older gen said...

cantiknya jam ban tu :)
yg dulu busyuk dan buruk boleh dijadikan art piece yg indah..
kenangan lalu..

Anonymous said...

There was a mystique in that old hut, outhouse, shack whatever. Communing with nature even as one answered nature’s call. Mystical to the mind’s eye yet so translucent to the soul’s touch. Imagine wrapped in fear, chilled to the bone, the dewy grass passionately stroking half shod feet, the soft moonlight casting eerie shadows, the stars blinking their eternal pity, dark clouds billowing in the distance, walking all alone for a mystical séance with nature in the silence of a kerosene or electricity lit hut to be serenaded by cicadas, crickets, the haunting melody of a nightingale or maybe the mournful hoot of a barn owl. And once in, enveloped in coils of silence awaiting eternal relief for a pregnant pain until the tap flows freely and the cool breeze caress your tresses……..
Guess you wouldn’t trade that for technology or would you? Mind you…I scarcely lived through that….Perfectly understandable why we fear the dark when we light up every nook and cranny leaving us in the dark as to what a lark our fears really are . ….Oh well, just browsed the Star, hopped here on a flight of fancy ….very nice paintings as usual and haven’t I said that enough…hahaha
Ye....cantiknya jamban tu...

Windy Wind

nizie said...

cantiknya auntie!~...

Ayu said...

cantik sgt!!! sekali imbas mmg nmpk mcm dibuat dr piece of wood.real! pdhal...

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