My country is so young it hasn’t developed it’s own personality.
It’s a melting pot of gumbo mixed in with old and new but the old are so far removed from their lessons, they forget their convictions.
The youth are caught up with PC, unPC and ‘Mac’ing that it can’t seem to remember which number is prime. Let alone how to read time.
Humanity like a pre teen is a fickle species. It has a short attention span which has lead to our accelerated evolution and lack of maturity. The need for understanding and gusto is endearing as we shift in phases, complicating existence with finding purpose.
The art of communication is what drives my vehicle. It runs on sound sight and pictures, one day I will find a method to relay a message and have it be understood. Not interpreted, appropriated, related or conceptualized. I hope they see what I see.. Maybe then they’ll believe.
One of the focal points of my career has always been about people. From their basic human needs to being responsible for them whilst on premises. I am inspired by people their nuances and annoyances the story.
My avocations are a medley of communication I speak, write, draw, play, sing and make pictures.
Speak: Indonesian, English and speak basic Macedonian
Read & Write: English, Indonesian and Arabic
Draw: Used to run a life drawing class, story boards, abstract and animate
Play: With life cameras, computers, space, guitar and bass
Sing: In choirs, in promos and in bands
Make Pictures: On screen, for music, to tell a story still and moving.
We all have convictions, some that are hidden. But the only thing proven is that purpose is a given.