The artist is perhaps the only soul besides a doctor who could convince their partners they aren’t fooling around whenever they’re unexpectedly caught with another naked soul..
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The artist is perhaps the only soul besides a doctor who could convince their partners they aren’t fooling around whenever they’re unexpectedly caught with another naked soul..
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The higher the mountain, the deeper the Valley.
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When a person is full of negativity, they become their own worst enemy. It’s like putting boulders across their own path to success. A successful person removes every boulder that comes in his path. Not sulk and complain and live with it for the rest of their lives. If the path has many boulders and you don’t have the strength to remove it, get some help to remove it or reorganize it to your advantage. If there are far too many boulders, high time you use another path. Just don’t forget your goal.
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There are people this art world do not need. Bluff auctioneers, bluff appraisers, bluff artists and bluff experts.
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Prostration of one’s soul is greater than the prostration of one’s being. Ritualistic faith doesn’t make one godly. It is one’s selfless harmony with one’s brethren and his surroundings that sums up all his inner bodily spirit.
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Loong is a young Malaysian tourist on his first visit to London. He locates the red light district on the edge of Soho and enters a large brothel. The madam asks him to be seated and sends over a young lady to entertain him.
They sit and talk, laugh a little, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear, whereupon she gasps then ran away.
Seeing this, the madam sends over a more experienced lady to entertain Loong . They sit and talk, laugh a little, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap.
When he whispers in her ear, she screams, “No!” and walks away quickly.
The madam is surprised that this normal-looking man has managed to ask for something so outrageous that her two girls will have nothing to do with it. She decides to send her most experienced lady, Lola. Lola has never said no to anything; she considers it impossible that anything can surprise her. Lola approaches Loong . They sit and talk, laugh a little, drink a bit, and she sits on his lap. He whispers in her ear and she screams, “YOU MUST BE JOKING, YOU MADMAN!”, smacks him hard in the face and immediately runs out of the room.
Madam is intrigued beyond tolerance by now. She’s seen nothing like this in all her years of operating a brothel. What unspeakable act has this man been suggesting to her girls? She hasn’t done the bedroom work for a long time, but she did it for many years before she got into management. She finds the challenge irresistible.
And it’s a chance to show off to her employees, she thinks. So she goes over to him and says that she’s the best girl in the house and she is available.
She sits and talks with him. They frolic a bit, laugh a bit, drink a little, and she sits on his lap. He then he leans forward and whispers in her ear:
“Can I pay in Ringgit?”
(Author Unknown)
I discovered that I am not in the league. To be in the league I need to put on my jersey and stand on the correct side. There are more experience players than me in which I must call them sifu and treat them with respect. Then only will they teach me the tricks of dribbling, defending, while attacking. Ok but first I must decide which side I wanted to be in and which ground I prefer. The firm or the soft. Then we play.
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(Nice one for the month of the hungry ghost..)
Last night, after dinner, I was taking a walk on the road. When I walked past a convenient store I thought of going in to buy something. Then I realised that I didn’t have money with me. So I phoned my family to bring some money to me.
While waiting for my money, I saw an old man burning joss paper by the road side. I went to have a chat with him
“What are you doing here ? ” I asked him
“I m sending money to my family ” he said.
Then he asked me, ” What are you doing here ?”
” I m waiting for my family to send money to me. ”
On hearing this, his face turned pale and he ran away quickly.
I shouted to him, ” Hey, don’t run ! I m just waiting for my family to send money to me !”
Suddenly, all the people burning joss paper nearby also ran away.
(Author Unknown)
You paint what you see with your eyes, you paint what you feel with your heart, you paint what you conceive with your mind. What this means is an artist’s work will not sway from his own life’s experience.
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The problem with arseholes is they like to talk and talk a lot when really, they were made just to shit.
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Art is not economy driven as in all high end items from Hermes Birkin’s to Rolls Royces to Patek Philippe watches. The crowd who invested in high end things are economically immune to what which constitutes a market driven economy. Thus it is considered an investment in accounting terms and ironically it sits on a higher footing than real estate itself because when an economy slows, property, which is market driven because it cuts through all income groups will experience a market correction just like the share market. Not art.
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The art auctioneering market in Malaysia is at its infancy and with more players each subscribing to their own direction and policy, the buyers are thus spoilt for choices which creates a more diverse investing opportunity. When that happens the market will enjoy a more stable settlement and depending on the routes a collector takes, the destination remains the same. The believe that art is a better investment choice unlike many others. And one thing for sure, art auctioneering creates a legitimate selling opportunity, one that every investment needs and it boost the status of artist when prices increase be it gradually or abruptly.
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