artern
the artern
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in this realm, we unfold the mysteries of the universe. a fine artist by day and a lover at night :Dinsta: @suhoosrealm
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artern · 3 hours ago
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a love letter to the pairing
dear ‘the pairing’,
you’re the story i’d thread my fingers through, as you’re sitting comfortably on my lap. the story i’d grin from ear to ear, lay my head on your shoulder. feel the thrum of passion for life, for taking up space and art in my whole being.
you’re the divine intervention in this recharging season.
you’re the story that has enveloped a new galaxy in my vast cosmos.
and as rilke wrote, “how will i keep my soul from touching yours?”
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artern · 7 days ago
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so close, yet so faraway.
it feels like a reflex to sit back and be a backstory.
to feel so close yet so faraway.
to wander around the mysteries of the unknown only to stop and look around.
sometimes looking around can feel like trouble.
to go back to old patterns. to feel like a backstory.
to feel like the gap wouldn’t ever be bridged, but we’re working on it.
and honestly, sometimes we gotta take a few steps back to propel forward. to take the leap of faith.
so if this is my leap, i know there are open arms to catch me. to pull me up and pull me close. if this is my leap, i know we’ve got each other.
and my love, if you’re already feeling it, i’d say we’re taking the leap. i’m ready when you are.
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artern · 14 days ago
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an energy reset.
an energy reset.
where i cleanse the things that no longer serve me so i make space for the new era i’m beginning to embark on.
where’s there’s nervousness but also excitement in the inquisitiveness of the human experience. where the zest of life is more than just squeezing a lemon, but actually savoring the sour just like i’d savor the experience.
oh, I am so glad to be here.
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artern · 21 days ago
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a love letter to heartstopper
dear heartstopper,
you’re the story i come back to for three seasons. the story that holds my inner child close to home. the story that feels like a soft spot, the book i’d want to re-read even as the leaves change color, even when the branches have no leaves, and when new fruits blossom in the flowers.
together, we stroll on a journey of healing, recharging and an expansiveness of our individual cosmos.
till next time,
love,
me.
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artern · 28 days ago
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a love letter to anne with an ‘e’
dear anne with an ‘e’,
you’re the story i’m so grateful i crashed my heart and soul into. the story that cradles my aura, reassuring me that it’s okay to have so much love to offer. so much curiosity to be around with. and also a temper that sizzles just as it burns.
you’re the story i tuck under my pillow, an honest and sincere tale of a chosen family, friendship with fulfilled promises, and a love that transcends over letters, hopes and ambitions.
you’re the story. I have paused and sauntered around the weeks as if the seasons were changing, finding beauty in the people that I love and in myself.
thank you for holding my heart, as each season unfolded with hope, joy, sorrows and prayers. with glorious words, and anecdotes. with gilbert, diana, and cole. with aunt jo, marilla and matthew. with bash and mary.
here’s to the stories that make our cells dance.
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artern · 1 month ago
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a soft spot for my artworks.
it’s safe to say when i looked at the metal pieces i made last year, now. it felt like there’s always something to look forward to.
the light dancing, shadows creasing like folds, the shine glistening under the ceiling light.
in the mundane routine, this would feel like washing your face after a wholesome nap. the sun-kiss when it streams through your window. listening to a song you’ve loved at one point but then coming back to it after a couple of seasons.
combining all of this, it’s as if i never got over the pieces i left behind.
I have a soft spot for them.
no matter how old i grow, or the adventures i’ve been on.
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artern · 1 month ago
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the things I think of when I'm in tears
a sketch, or an animation. you decide which medium you see this on (ft. your imagination).
the warmth of amma’s hug; the familial kiss on the cheek; the positive loudness when we’re having coffee together; our mother tongue feels more homely when we’re far away; an emergency dance party; the to-do list sparkling ideas only to bounce off them.
these are the things I think about when I’m in tears.
how many artistic ideas do I have, and do I not do anything about them sometimes?
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artern · 2 months ago
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a level-up (trampoline ver.)
the touch of a cycle, only for it to collapse so it can rebuild. no wonder it’s a surprise when things we have loved before, are gradually transforming into either depth or distance.
a new beginning of sorts. or maybe a level-up.
even if it means to sort out our secrets and treasures before sailing them down the sea.
even if it means to close the back door and have the front door open because our plans are in the horizon.
even if it means to embrace the closet in our minds and rearrange them, or declutter them.
if this journey is a trampoline, we’ll bounce on it. we’re going up!
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artern · 2 months ago
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a story i keep in my bodice
the thing about re-watching or re-reading mediums is that i feel like an auntie. a curious one and enthused one, who might be sewing or baking whilst indulging you on a tale. the marveling experiences i’d travel back in time for, solely to feel things twice.
not to change anything.
this is the story i keep in my bodice. or rather stories of mediums i’d re-watch or re-read as the seasons move with the cycle of life. characters i’d visit once in a blue moon.
so much so that the moral of this story is: that the older I grow, the more I feel like a beginner. past all behind me, and the future a mystery.
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artern · 2 months ago
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a letter of gratitude
dear reader, it never fails to amaze me how the small things y’all do, they feel like warm reassurance. a like, a follow, or even a reblog. thank you for rooting for me, I hope y'all are enjoying your stay so far 🤞🏼 sending all gratitude, love and I am rooting for y’all! :D take care of yourself, and I’ll write to you when I do next.
ps: you're more than welcome to share your stories with me. we've got each other's backs. and any and all constructive feedback is also welcome :)
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artern · 2 months ago
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a nomad of ideas
to absorb ideas like a sponge, wanting to dip them in a myriad of inks. however, each idea comes to a halt when another inspiration flows through. moonwalking back, only to trace the ideas all over again.
so surface level, in a passion that wants depth.
maybe this is why they say to choose something specific, so the pathway is clear and steady. a line of direction in sight.
don’t have one (yet), and it sounds like we’re wandering aimlessly. have two or three, and it’s like we’re switching when it gets hard.
eras of life, being a traveler, and a nomad of ideas. these are all for weaving a tapestry that’s to be continued.
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artern · 3 months ago
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late night jazz
we do what we can \ we converse whilst we can \ I honestly don’t know where this is going \ just a way to stay up \ the reason why I prefer to stand\ for when I sit, my eyes want to close ever so slightly \ storytelling wakes me up \ but it’s interesting how the very same thing can place me to sleep \ maybe it’s the tone \ the soft call of the waves \ the passion surging through \ stories curving from one mouth to another, shapeshifting into new versions \ isn’t that a thrilling way for a story to be born?
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artern · 3 months ago
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a soul opening
i could not find the exact words to describe this process, for it’s beauty lies within the uniqueness of the individuals and the union, either sacred, wholesome or in-between. perhaps it’s about a flower asking us to meet in the middle, with sunlight and rain. perhaps it’s about the star’s collapse for a better reunion, a greater celestial body. perhaps it’s the universe’s gentle fingers under our chins, encouraging us to welcome like and unlike gravitational pulls, magnetic fields growing closer.
(fini of a set of fragments).
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artern · 3 months ago
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the journey in between
the source of energy you came for is no longer available, find one within yourself. the re-ignition of the drive, backburner waiting with their arms open behind them, and liberation from the responsibilities of being who other people want you to be waiting for the trust fall. it always gets harder before it gets easier. letting people go, and apparently there were always those waiting to offer love back, gratitude as a union. apparently there are more offerings of soul openings.
(to be continued).
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artern · 3 months ago
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a giver's rebirth
innocence seeps through the mesh of rage, a fire chosen to be calmed, to be listened to, to be embraced. naivety seemed to be scoffed upon, but now it’s their superpower, even if it means they’re the only ones believing in it. even if it means they want to give to themselves, so they can give to others. giving is no longer an exploitation of weakness, an outsourced commodity, but it’s an act of service for the body, mind and soul.
(to be continued).
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artern · 4 months ago
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a giver's heart.
(the beginning of a set of fragments)
youthful and radiant, embers no longer in the ashes, but in root for sparkle. it’s endless, as open as the universe, if you’ll count that as an analogy. crumpled when it’s not welcome, energy vampires biting on the neck, under the name of service that knows no bounds. perhaps if more energy is shared, the efforts would be seen, a hero of selflessness. but in a world where it’s all about give and take, nature’s balance forgotten, gradually, life’s sucked out of them, and flatlining is the response.
(to be continued)
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artern · 4 months ago
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a love letter to elements of cadence
dear elements of cadence duology,
you’re the set of two books that rekindles a sense of escapism. with faith and a set of experiences so humbling. you’re the set of two books that choose nature’s balance, and essentially, share that the universe sends us challenges they know we’re strong enough to overcome.
pretty simply, the set of two books that hold my heart.
like a lovely soul once said: from my heart, to each and every one of yours, i humbly bow.
thank you so much for being here :)
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