Bra1n-w@shed

i watched the crucifix hanging silently high on my room wall. or in any part of people’s houses, buildings, t-shirt, body ornaments, books, even underground clubs. for me, i saw in not as a religious ornaments, but as an object men trying to get involved with. how they adore this stuff as much as signs, sculptures or any other representative that means much for them. despite i’m a christian, doesn’t mean i HAVE to put on those thing inside my room. this crusufix has been in this house from my grandma was a baby i guess. it’s made of metal -heavy as hell- but it’s nice. some of its part is stained by time. but my question is why do people like to have them… is it because of faith? a representative of what they believe in? or just something to prove to the society? an identity or a mark for they long life journey…? for myself, i love it as an art object. mostly in my drawing, i always put a sentimental cross or something that looks like a cross. another thing i love to make was human with huge wings on their back or some may reffer them with angels. i’m so fanatic about angels. but i dunno, just a likeness i guess, i always drew them in pain. some of them with their head tied, or body trapped in wires. sound nuts? u bet. or their wings stabbed with a cross. nothing were intented for any means, my hands have their own soul ya know…but these two object were something i adore most, crosses & angels. i believe it’s just a reason of time that now they were the closest representative of a particular religion. all the people in the world could believe in them, if they want to. for me christian signs are pieces of mysteries. with their gigantic buildings, or huge sculptures. something always amaze me that everytime i want to put them in my drawings. i learn both world, good and evil. i don’t curse to other who believes the opposite way of what we’re trying to have faith in. they have their own reason too. in my poems, sometimes i mention the risen of the dark age. maybe that’s what makes me have no friends in my early years. i don’t think that it would be fair to see someone’s life from one side of the coin. our eyes won’t fit their landscape. see everything from ur deepest mind. just like yin and yang. the light only works when we showed them in the dark. i always try to understand what’s going on with my soul, touched them with the inner me. i can’t do it by judging them for the sake of my community. when someone are trapped in a paradigm it will stigmatize their point of view. oh well, who gives a damn of what i say anyway…i’d better got to bed now. almost morning. got tons of work to do tomorrow. g’nite world!