Olarn Chiaravanont

A brave new world

Driven to the brink of idleness, in a moment of desperation, I grasped the decision to act upon my own instinct; from the corner and beyond, triggered by randomness, held back by limitations, moved forward by optimism, blindfolded by the sense of duty, obsessed with the outcome, questioned the failures, redeemed the failures, confused by the new revelation, worn down by the night, excited by taking a step back, threatened by the new perspective, and feeling no joy nor sadness.

 

Experience arises, and knowledge becomes the by-product.

On Cactus

I haven’t been anywhere but here, at home.

I have been everywhere but here, by the windowsill.

 

At times, I have this immense desire to witness greenery in my surrounding, not on the streets, in the park, but my immediate surrounding, my den, my spiritual home. It is very pleasant in the eyes to see plants by the windowsill, an indication that someone is really putting effort into their ever-increasing uncertain but passive life. It’s cactus for me! I desired it, just one pot, only one. Cactus sits there gradually expand and gradually forgotten. Not me! Now and then I’m reminded of this one and only cactus, of course, I am charitable enough to pay attention. Again, it’s time to head to the studio.

 

One painting at a time disjointed harmony.