Back to school

Posted in Entry by Jovan on January 15, 2011

Dread it or love it, I’m back to school for my final sem and this could probably mark my final lap of my academic life. Nothing changed except the ultimate feeling that im gonna graduate anytime soon with a BA Honours (I hope). However, looking at the schedules given, the tendency to taut is high.



Posted in Quick Inspiration by Jovan on January 4, 2011


This is dope!

Empty Canvas

Posted in 白攝 Photography by Jovan on December 17, 2010


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We all live under the same sky, but we don’t all have the same horizon.  ~Konrad Adenauer

The Woods.

Posted in 白攝 Photography by Jovan on November 29, 2010


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I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. ~Willa Cather, 1913

Pristine Flesh

Posted in 白攝 Photography by Jovan on November 28, 2010


An elderly with his very own tattoo. It took me ten minutes to pick up my grit and asked for his tattoo shots. A very amicable person which I least expected it from him. Every tattoo has a deep personal resonance and tells a story; after all we’re all unique.

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Chungking Express by 王家衛

Posted in Film by Jovan on November 27, 2010


Had our latest addiction to movie nights projection at Ken’s crib. We got to watch Chungking Express (1994), a film by Wong Kar-Wai. He is one of those consummate indie film auteurs who portrayed the show with full of alienated beautiful people and very meticulous in his art direction treatment. I love how he documented the contemporary urbanity in Hong Kong embedding a subtle and sophisticated direction. Didn’t know Faye Wong can be that adorable!

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Art on Chewing Gum

Posted in Quick Inspiration by Jovan on November 24, 2010


Most of us just chew it, but artist Ben Wilson has other ideas about what to do with old gum.

The London artist is working his way around the city painting on used pieces of gum stuck to the pavement. Treating each lump as a mini canvas the painter carefully turns each old chew into a piece of street art. With an estimated 300,000 pieces of gum stuck to London’s popular Oxford Street, Ben Wilson is unlikely to run out of places to paint.


Rag & Bone Trader

Posted in 白攝 Photography by Jovan on November 21, 2010


It was only after a conversation with her that I realised, we live to create choice in our life.

The Designer Earth

Posted in Entry by Jovan on November 20, 2010


The amount of compressed foam and paper used in school really irks me. There are better things I could be spending my  money on than buying things just for the sake of displaying an artwork and can’t be reuse. It could simply cost me over a hundred dollars just for that pile of white shit! Paper waste is abundant in the design world, so do you think designers are fit to crack a green campaign and convince the audience to go green in a bid to save paper? NGOs should think twice about it.



An unimaginable condition on my desktop for the past 4 months. While anticipating for my sem break, I could smell an upcoming awesome 6 weeks before a new year begins.


Posted in Entry by Jovan on November 19, 2010


One of these days, I gonna get myself a messenger bike!

Temporary Land Art

Posted in Quick Inspiration by Jovan on November 14, 2010

Jim Denevan (born 1961) is an American artist who creates temporary land art. He works with natural materials to create massive scale drawings in sand, ice, and soil. His sculptures are not placed in the landscape, rather, the landscape is the means of their creation. Often aerial photography  or video  is needed to comprehend the final work.

The Anatomy of Letters

Posted in Quick Inspiration by Jovan on October 30, 2010

Evolution of Type, Exhibits 1-5″ is a collection of letter sculptures by Andreas Scheiger. Each object was made with diverse materials such as powder-coated MDF, polymer clay, chicken bones, thread, wire, acrylics and clear varnish.

You’ll Always Stay.

Posted in Her by Jovan on October 14, 2010

How time flashes just before our eyes. Four years, her demise has always been a silent sorrow for me when we only had five months to say goodbye. I was really blessed to have her by my side for nineteen years of my life, where each one of us had our own special memories of one thing or another. The most important thing to her, at the end of her life and all through her life, was family. One who live for her children and whoever needed her. Thank you for being such a lovely one. The love you showed was like no other.

Her demise is my first sorrow wept without her.


Posted in Entry by Jovan on October 10, 2010

I’m here to check if everything is still intact. I’m still alive but certain parts of me are dying.

Fail Safe By: Debbie Millman

Posted in Entry by Jovan on September 19, 2010

I am at that moment of deep uncertainty about the current and future which I’ve been talking about with my close friends over the past weeks. Some enlightenment just came handy on time. I was given an article which is so well-conceived and written, summing up all my thoughts and reflections. It’s about making things happen! I should take my ego down and exchange for more confidence in myself. Do take a few minutes to read this.

For most of my adult life, I followed a safe path. I remember the moment I began the journey in vivid detail: August 1983, the hot, muggy summer of Synchronicity and Modern Love. I stood on the corner of 7th Avenue and Bleecker Street in New York City wearing pastel blue balloon trousers, a hot pink v-neck tee shirt, and bright white Capezio Oxfords, a recent college graduate peering deep into my future, contemplating the choice between knowing and not knowing, between the secure and the uncertain, between the creative and the logical. I dreamt of being an artist and a writer but in as much as I knew what I wanted, I felt compelled to consider what was “reasonable” in order to ensure my economic future. Even though I wanted what my best friend once referred to as “the whole wide world,” I thought it was prudent to compromise. I told myself it was more sensible to aspire for success that was realistically feasible perhaps even failure–proof. It never once occurred to me that I could succeed at having it all.

I look back twenty years later and try to soothe myself with this rationale: I grew up in an atmosphere of emotional and financial disarray; my response as a young woman was tenacious self-sufficiency. Since then, I have lived within a fairly fixed code of possibilities. I am not an artist; I am a brand consultant. I don’t work alone painting canvases and sculpting clay in a cold and quiet studio; I work in a bustling skyscraper and create logos for fast food restaurants and packaging for mass-market soft drinks and salty snacks and over-the-counter pharmaceuticals. I am not profoundly unhappy with what has transpired in the subsequent years; most days I consider myself lucky that I have a fun, secure job and a fairly hefty paycheck. But I know deep in my heart that I settled. I chose commercial security over artistic freedom, and I can’t help but wonder what life would be like if I had made a different decision on that balmy night back in the West Village.

I made a surprising realization over the years: I am not the only person who has made this kind of choice. Not by a long shot. I discovered these common, self-imposed restrictions are rather insidious although they start out simple enough. We beging by worrying we aren’t good enough, smart emough, or talented enough to get what we want; then we voluntarily live in this paralyzing mental framework rather than face it. Just the possibility of failing turns into a dutiful self-fulfilling prophecy. We being to believe that these personal restrictions are, in fact, the fixed limitations of the world. We go on to live our lives, all the while wondering what we can change and how we can change it, and we calculate and re-calculate when we will be ready to do the things we really want to do. And we dream. If only. One day. Some day.

Every once and a while, (often when we least expect it) we encounter someone more courageous, someone who chose to strive for that which seemed (to us) unrealistically unattainable even elusive. And we marvel. We swoon. We gape. Often, we are in awe. I think we look at these people as lucky when in fact luck has nothing to do with it. It is really all about the strength of the imagination; it is about how they constructed the possibilities for their life. In short, unlike me, they didn’t determine what was impossible before it was even possible.

John Maeda once said, “The computer will do anything within its abilities but it will also do absolutely nothing unless commanded to do so.” I think people are the same – we like to operate within our abilities. But whereas the computer has a fixed code, out abilities are limited only by our perceptions. Two decades after determining my code, and fifteen years working in the world of branding, I am now in the process of rewriting the possibilities of what comes next. I don’t know exactly what I will become; it is not something that i Can describe scientifically or artistically. Perhaps it is a “code in progress.”

In the grand scheme of a life, maybe (just maybe) it is not about knowing or not knowing, choosing or not choosing. Perhaps what is truly known cant be described or articulated by creativity or logic, science or art – but perhaps by the most authentic and meaningful combination of the two: poetry. As Robert Frost once wrote, “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness. It is never a thought to begin with.”

I recommend the following course of action for those who are just beginning their careers or for those like me, who may be reconfiguring mid-way through: Listen to Robert Frost. Start with a big, fat lump in your throat, start with a profound sense of wrong, a deep homesickness or a crazy love sickness and run with it. If you imagine less, less will be what you undoubtedly deserve, Do what you love, and don’t stop until you get what you love. Work as hard as you can, imagine immensities, don’t compromise, and don’t waste time. Start now. Not twenty years from now not two weeks from now. Now.


Posted in Entry by Jovan on September 12, 2010

Think when you were a kid, everything is possible.

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As simple as that?

Posted in Creatives by Jovan on August 29, 2010

Advertising Agency: TBWA\Vancouver, Canada

I don’t really believe that creative anti-smoking campaign can make smokers quit smoking but this is the best solution for some!

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Good Day!

Posted in Entry by Jovan on August 24, 2010

Not any particular special occasion. A normal day where I had my routine run, all the time I always bump onto this hunchback rag and bone old women pushing her cart along the running track. We started exchanging eye contact and smile recently. Something I look forward to every now and then.

I was damn guilty and abash about my selfish act or rather my withdrawn character at times. There was this old man who desperately need help to climb up a flight of stairs. I didn’t give a f attempt to help him out which happened two days ago. Everything is planned and I was given this chance to atone for my sins. Today, I met onto him again and made a detour to help him out.

Awesome feeling. My reward is a rainbow across the sky. I want to mark this day down.

Lost Soul

Posted in Entry by Jovan on August 22, 2010

Tomorrow will be Week 4. I’m still lost. If you can lead, lemme hear it.


Posted in Film by Jovan on August 15, 2010

I'm Not Creative

I’m sure you have a lot of ramblings about how shitty life can be. Which apparently they may not be even worth to mention about. If you cant make decision in life and having grudge on favoritism, you should jolly well watch it and think about it. A heart-rending film that I felt so tense up during the mid way of the show.

Aftershock (唐山大地震): The best catastrophic movie I’ve seen.

没了,才知道什么是没了.  亲人, 永远是亲人.

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