I am an adrenaline junkie

The consensus on NotBean’s blog is that she’s had a very interesting life. Not only in what she’s done, but also in her relationships with people. Upon reading her description of her life, I concurred with the fact immediately and stored it for later pondering as my recalcitrant flat mate properly interrupted any interesting thought I might have thereafter.

Céramique Café is a clean and aromatic hang out where artists of all ages and types can spend their afternoon. After a quick and friendly introduction of how the system work, we each head downstairs to chose a pre-made biscuit of our liking then worked on figuring out the color combination that’s the most favorable color for the piece. To my astonishment, recalcitrant flat mate who’s never had any prior ceramic making/painting schooling chose the right earth tones to represent an ancient sauce container.

For my piece, I asked for Bleu Acier, Gris Foncé, Olive et Blanc to represent serenity and a tint of savory. After which, I proceeded with decorating the multifunction bowl/tea mug in which I painted on a letter written in Chinese: the centerpiece to show my gratitude for mom’s 18 years of amorous nagging.

Take a pause to have a brief look through the pots and plates that are due to be fired in the kiln. You can almost tell the artist’s personality from the pieces they chose and painted. Look at the way those lines curl and waver indicates a young and unsure hand from that of 8 year olds who paint and sing under the humming of their mothers. A bell embossed with sun and moon caught my attention from its inconsistence in style. The embossing was expertly crafted to machine precision, with paints dutifully plastered full on both side. The difference between the two artists is almost art itself.

While the mood is still in the air, with an eclectic tinge allowing partial revelation to possibilities, I took my camera phone out in search of capturing a moment that I can remember. It is at this moment, where the culmination of my previous question and the mood that I immersed myself in woke me from my stupor and kicked my arse so hard that I can kiss ze moon. Whilst taking shots of this moment, I did something I didn’t do before. I looked for the possibility of beauty, I looked for that moment.

Life is exciting and interesting, but without looking for it, without finding what you looked for, it’d be impossible to present it in an interesting way. I’ve bathed in the hot spring of snow clad mountain, waded in the water with wide-eye excitement through the caves of fireflies, waited impatiently to boil eggs at the sulfur filled hot stream, rowed till my muscles give up and rowed more at the dragon boat race to honor a great poet, danced in front of hundreds of people to compete for the one place on the podium. Ah fuck it, I can’t do this.

Jeff mentioned that he’s seen others who turn into this way and doesn’t know why. I’d like to find out too. I only have one conclusion for now: I am an adrenaline junkie.