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Sunday, March 27, 2011 . 12:19 PM

Passion

Normally I would try not to type the title of each blog post before I have completed the entry. But.. but.. This got me thinking. Passion. What is passion? I probably would not be able to have answers and conclusion by the end of this post but.. it's something worth.. definitely.. worth.. thinking/pondering about!

I am sitting on the sofa in the living room with my netbook on awhile ago.. looking at britney spear's interviews, her happier days, and interviews about her during her days where it was hard to get by emotionally. I look at lady gaga's interviews.. Her younger days before she even became lady gaga.. How she played the piano and sang so wonderfully and still is.. And I too think about Christina Aguilera.. my queen.. haha. How she was bullied from young, people plucking out the mic connection when she was halfway singing when she was around 8 to prove that it isn't really her singing. The abusive father she had to grow up knowing and a carrier.. much more a passion that she had to keep alive.

It got me thinking about my life.. Yes I know.. somehow I just know being an artist.. A traditional artist is what I really yearn for.. Is what my passion and reason I find in my life. But just where have the passion gone to? How do I exactly find it back?? Questions after questions left unanswered.. till time and experience allows them to be. It's the passion I have lost that I have forgotten when it all started when I was just a kid, a young little boy.. drawing what I could, what I took delight in, what I really loved. And I referenced, looked at the lives of these ladies.. How they have tried.. 'failed' and tried in their lives.. Overcoming the odds, the sufferings to keep that passion growing.. burning.. it is inspiring to me, even as I am typing this blog post.. I truely have respect for such great women.

Passion.. The countless ups and downs life would threaten to wreck it all up.. Passion as love so strong, as reason so convicting, as the inner voice that echoes out. What is passion exactly?? What is that special energy I do not think I can ever fully comprehend, but I know it is creating relating to the child-likeness as young ones have, creating the inner world - the ambience, sounds, smells, lights, tangibility. We humans tend to lose it along the way once we are not careful and insulated by much of the society. Passion is so hard to survive, a never ending effort I truely believe is to keep it alive.. Maybe I should do works that I really love again.. passion not just for drawing/art but for people as well.. People around me..

Just a simple drawing I want to share, that I did of myself, a support study prepartory work of a conceptual artwork I did for one of my major assignments. Done with charcoal. Keeping the passion alive isn't easy, but to insulate and keeping that inner peace or through any tough phases in our lives will lead us one day to understand.