Days in Cambodia
When I first met the Grey Boy, he was often melancholic and under appreciating himself. He missed and loved J very much and most of our conversation revolved around this girl that the Grey Boy loves and I have never seen.
While I was away in the UK, he went for a 4 month backpacking trip and when I was back to see the Grey Boy months later, he was like a new person. Alive, smiling and more responsive to conversations. A whole less vodka and smoking could have done him some good apparently.
This is a photo the Grey Boy took in Cambodia.
8th Life - Grey Boy
R once requested that I write the
greatest love story. We were having dinner somewhere, after a whole day spent lazing in his bedroom painting and listening to yet another melancholic tune.
I was his therapist. He was my MiniBoyFriend.
Today is one of those rare days (or nights) when R is showing a great creative urge of almost manic intensity. On this very special night, when he has spent it thinking, drinking and smoking too much, R created a whole persona for himself and called himself the Grey Boy. Quite an ingenius name, I'd say. I would not have thought of it.
So the Grey Boy is sitting somewhere in Puchong, with his glasses almost at the end of his nose, scrapping and applying putty on yet another white wooden board. Like Van Gogh totally obsessed and absorbed in his little world. He has sent shit load of files to me, asking me to upload the stuff for him while he continues his flow of creativity.
Here is the first of the Grey Boy's poems.
(8th Life, Greyboy)
Date: 29 April 2006 (Day 1, The Interminable day)
I choose to live this silly life
I love to see
With my third eye in which it's blind
I love to touch with my amputated limb
I live to speak
In harmony, this poison, this maw cursed with lies
The divinity of God, which gave me the innocence
Only to put me into an infant suit
Only to be polluted in later life
Erasing my memory, all together
Thank God it's painless throughout meaningless
I could be a frog (trembled frog) in my previous life
An insect, less a human, lesser sin
You see me
Today I am going to die
Ending this
Can't wait to greet my new innocence
I choose to live this silly life
Ohh silly me!
Silly me
Nude Muse And The Grey Boy
The following was the conversation with R on Yahoo! Messenger last night.
- R: I very stress!
- Otto: It's called horny. You need a shag.
- R: I don't need a shag!
- Otto: Yes, you do.
- R: Why do you say that?
- Otto: Do you like big tits?
- R: Can I ask you a question?
- Otto: Sure. Feel relaxed and open to questions.
- R: Do you have big breasts?
- Otto: ........
*seconds later*
- Otto: I don't have big breasts!!!! *wails*
- R: Then I don't like big tits.
- Otto: .............
*seconds later*
- Otto: You mean you like my breasts?
- R: Sorry.
- Otto: Actually I quite like my tits too *smirks*
- R: .......................
- Otto: I thought you like big tits because all your nudes have HUGE tits! Read: Redness Messiah.
- R: I like small, fill my hands up type.
- Otto: But you always draw them dangling with elephant sized nipples.
- R: Long nipples sell.
- Otto: ................
Readers: Go check out
The Redness Messiah and you will know what I mean about R's penchant for long nipples and subconciously yearns for big breasts.
Yellow Moon
~ Putty on wood, Work in progress.So this is the relationship between the muse and the artist. R paints and Otto appreciates R's paintings.
I used to be his muse. Maybe I am no longer. Perhaps I was never. It does not really matter, just as long as:
- I inherit his paintings.
- We continue to have great breakfasts together.
- Perhaps spend a Sunday (like last) painting, watching arty movies, drinking vodka and talking about things that I cannot blog about.
REMINDER
My role in Grey Boy With A Leap
is merely uploading.
All paintings, photographs and poems
are the properties of R.
Hello And Welcome
This blog is started at R's request. He is suffering from an excruciating headache and the mood swing of an artist at the moment. He wants some loving and as his MiniGirlFriend, I am obligated to make him feel loved.
"Grey Boy With A Leap"
is all about R
and his eccentricities.
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Oh, and his gift for painting.Please give a warm welcome to the
life of R.
grey-boy.blogspot.com will feature R's numerous paintings, photographs and poems. R's always good with poems...
I have discussed the issue of privacy and anonymity. Apparently he is even more private than me. Such a diva, before even his blog begins. Temperamental artist! Ppppfffffhhhh!!!
By the end of the discussion, it was agreed that:
- R is moody aka horny.
- I have the honor of posting all R's stuff for him.
- Reaffirmed that I will inherit all his paintings because I love every single one of them *rejoices*
Everything on grey-boy.blogspot.com is solely R's work...Let's start with R's first completed painting.
The Redness Messiah
~ Arcylic on wood, 2004
