last weekend i briefly visited home to do many unimportant things including documenting my old sketchbooks. it was quite an experience, the same way mothers would probably feel when they revisited their old disco days from yellowing photos. blood was an underlying theme in many of my sketches, apparently, as was being child-like and nearly innocent (i’m uncomfortable using this word, actually. it just sounds… iffy.) anyway these were from my i-want-to-move-to-bandung-and-be-a-starving-artist phase, before i completely thought through what being starving meant, which is pretty useless now because i’m still starving anyway.
a brief, thoughtless selection of my old work (2001 - 2005):

(excerpt from the afterhour draft script i’m working on)

EXT. NIGHT CLUB PARKING LOT – NIGHT

Iggy Pop’s Nightclubbing can be heard with a low volume.
the group walks outside. the boys are walking together. GIRL 1 and GIRL 3 walk hand-in-hand, very friendly. GIRL 1 can seem to keep up with GIRL 3’s antics. GIRL 1 has another cigarette on one hand, this time it’s just been lit. she seems unaffected by the outdoor, despite her lack of cover-up. GIRL 3 has a balmain-style blazer drapes on her shoulders. she is well intoxicated, but she still carries a glass bottle in one hand. GIRL 2 walks a little behind the rest. it’s a bit windy. GIRL 2, completely sober, feels this well. she grips on her cardigan sleeves. she keeps staring at BOY 4. BOY 4 occasionally replies her eye contact, but he keeps it very low. BOY 1, his t-shirt too thin for the night, puts on his simple jacket as they walk. GIRL 3 lets go of GIRL 1’s hold as she dances and imitates the guitar riffs. GIRL 1 just smiles thinly. the boys laugh at her antic. BOY 3 walks a bit further from the boys, making space for himself to play air guitar. GIRL 3 (just out of frame) suddenly trips on something, probably her own dangerous-looking shoes (music stops abruptly). BOY 3 and BOY 4 laugh loudly in reaction to this immediately. BOY 1 and BOY 2, despite the look of obvious humour on their faces, run to help her. GIRL 1 also walks to help her, although she is less hurried. GIRL 2 stands behind the boys in shock.
GIRL 3 fell flat on her face. the glass bottle she was holding lays a couple of feet away, broken. she seems a bit out of it for a while. BOY 1, arriving on her feet, and BOY 2, on her side, flip her over carefully. GIRL 3 opens her eyes almost immediately as she is being flipped, and laughs as if it is the funniest thing ever. GIRL 1 arrives on her head, wipes her hair to the side. on one side of her face, GIRL 3 is scratched and starting to bleed. on one hand she still holds the neck of the glass bottle that broke. the rest of the group already crowds around her. BOY 4 uses this moment to try interacting with GIRL 2. she looks relieved that he finally interacts with her, and he looks sincere. they converse as everyone is kneeling around GIRL 3.
BOY 1 pries the neck bottle out of her hand, and the three of them help her up. there is dirt all over her lower legs, but she doesn’t seem to have any serious injury.
BOY 2 walks GIRL 3 as she feels her head buzzing from all the movements. she apparently isn’t in any way affected by the fall and scratches. cheekily, she starts teasing him and they start kissing, BOY 2 chuckling in surprise at first but eventually going along. they kiss as they try to walk alongside the others.
GIRL 1 takes a small glance at them as she passes, looking unimpressed. she keeps walking, faster than the preoccupied couple, and joins the boys from behind. they welcome her into their loud conversation, although she stays in silence. they are already talking about something else, no longer minding what just happened. BOY 4, who previously was talking to GIRL 2, turns toward her as soon as she joins. GIRL 2, mid-sentence, stops as BOY 4 turns and leaves her to walk with the group. GIRL 1 stares at her for a beat, knowing but indifferent, then returns to the boys.

i am not in my working mood, honestly. and it’s a saturday morning. my book project has only reached two verses, and it’s still pretty shitty. this is the current draft: “Jimmy was an imaginative young boy With a liking for magic herbal tea. He drinks them with his friends, or so With similar likings, definitely. Indeed, Jimmy had a real fine taste, And he was quite real smart, too. This tea isn’t your aunt’s normal Earl Grey’s Take Jimmy anywhere, they can surely do.” i’m still looking for a prospective publisher i could show this to. if you have any suggestion, you can email me at pijedaskian@hotmail.com or contact me trough my many social networking aliases. meanwhile i am having fun playing with the moment’s model-morphosis series by photographer greg kessler.