Sunday, December 16, 2007

when did we stop having fun?
when they 'told us' what fun is...

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Madama Butterfly Opera Promotion - parallel poster promotion

Sunday, September 02, 2007

freedom interrupted

kolorit found traces of childhood in depths of kaleidoscope...

Thursday, August 23, 2007

in the eye of the beholder...

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

What would Freud say?

some more really rough doodles...

Monday, August 20, 2007

Friday, August 17, 2007

Thursday, August 16, 2007

the final product :)
NOTE: illustrations are taken from StockXpert - heavily manipulated and this is NOT for commercial but personal use.

Saturday, August 11, 2007


how contagious is this feeling of weight
and did I inherit it from you, my teacher
i was born in the age of gray
have my eyes blinded from the rare of white
crickets and the drops of morning rain
in the fields of my early childhood
those worn out boots you wore
i have stolen and replaced with shiny ones
thinking that your laces no longer will go places
and your hair will not smell of foreign lands
winds of change have blown all horizons in reverse
your pearl white smile i've mistaken for a star
like a postcard absent of the feeling of love
missing is my body from the turmoil of flight
next to you yet missing you i hear of you only in my dreams
shells from seaside shore i've collected for no aim
carmen mia i don't know where you've left
but sounds of violin i no longer hear
and my heart shears like a parchment of soaked paper
for everything i know i have seized to know
and everything i feel no longer is in me

twirling leaf of grass - sucking juice of nature
speechless is reflection of my face in your water
naked body crushing leaves of dried out grass
and the waves your curves crinkle in the surface
speak i beg for no longer i can take
the silence you have doomed me to in this world of flat
dive out black your body will
and white will shine no matter how (un)white it is

finally you say a word - my name you say it is
and that very moment that same word i forget

leave me - for ignorance i choose to easier live

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Friday, August 03, 2007

creative block... pissed off doodle

Thursday, August 02, 2007

personal branding - business card

a little improvement?

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

ISTORIA magazine project
NOTE: the illustrations are borrowed and heavily manipulated and concentrated from stock expert illustrations.
NOTE: not intended for commercial purposes.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

CUPC 2007
Note this is a mock proposal

Friday, July 13, 2007

ESCAPE travel agency :)

Thursday, July 05, 2007

seashell, knots and bleeding pores

Friday, June 22, 2007

kolorit is suffering a colorisis

Sunday, June 17, 2007

CUMC 2007 website intro idea

CUMC 2007 official poster

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

amass from corners of my corpse
all the shredded whispers of my soul
tout me and taint my bleeding womb
dig in me and myself make into my tomb
skin me of sin delirious and frill
in the shears of my evil capture me still
make it right and pray to chain me tight
all this perpetual guilt put out of sight
suck the juices running down my veins
hook the fluffy clouds and knit me veils
then leave me taught and motionless
safe internally and open externally
and take that loving smile full of joy...

out of my way


In a dire need of recollecting something that was never there
I've replaced my heart with drawings from my childhood
Sailing through the motion picture of my life without compass or wind
I close my eyes in the the slightest sight of shimmering stars
Screams of you and me I've ushered with the painful moans from past
and doomed myself to role of gambit in this endless game i've called love

Nearly broken
not long ago stolen
and perhaps forgotten

how dare you find it?

Monday, June 11, 2007

freeing oneself is still function in my manuel undefined
deep inside my own shadows these chains keep me confined
corners of my mind seem always filled with scars and cold
as if any pleasure my earthly body lives i need to harshly scold
blossomed I have perhaps too early in my short and heavy stay
blue are my leaves and in this silence begins my slow decay
once again
i stare and fill my face with smiles
asking if it was the same peach blue skies
filled with clouds shaped like cotton candy fluff
my virgin eyes used to stare at hoping i could fly
little did i know short would be my glorious flight
and freeing of myself would be my major fight
self defence has no meaning when being fragile is my enemy
flicked away from mirrored souls of my hidden haunted deamons
take a tour - they all push - horoscope of stars they all read
ignorant i stand and unaware of my insides painfull bleed
instead of past and that devil of remorse,
hunted by resent
in fear of mistakes my future might have brought
i will slowly repent
with black and red i can quickly smother all my tiny scars
painted and plastic, stone like and in eyes of all your stars, so perfect
no single motion of my heart and soul i will not be able to detect
scorned and stiched in front of mirror i will fight like dead alive inside
but maybe finally i might stick it up and swallow some of that consuming pride

don't you find it ironic?
that i sound the same like you? like you whom once i've pushed
and to bottom of some sinfull well unmercifully doomed
those words of black and sorrow once came out of you
ignorant of mirrors so easily i've called you You

help me, You

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Will I burn in flames of my love for you
Or will I burn in flames of infernal punishment
Will I burn or will I parish like your smile after my death
Will I see you from above and grant you happiness
Will I realize forgiving is deserving and deserving nonexistent
Or shall I just rot in oblivion of worms and cold of your absence
Pace this pointless path of my unsettling mind
And for once I demand – don’t try to be kind
Maybe wait another day
Your eyes from this envy of my rest clear away
Amuse me with the irony of my stillness and your pain
Fallen rose and dash of earthly dust that I will become
Tighter and tighter your throat will clench
And your nostrils fill up with your evil’s stench
Tale of my tears you’ll rewrite with your blood as ink
And in resent of your own mistaken ignorance you shall sink
Should you have not? For the grant of my submissive smile
Wasn’t even bigger than your crackled kitchen tile
Venom for your soul in these fiery rhymes you might find
Given that you managed to outgrow your current state of mind
Battered, torn and easily reborn
This love I had for you will once again find your thorn
And don’t you dare ever ignore something so pure
You dared with your seduction to oblivion to lure
For I will hunt you from within shadows of your fears
And bleed you will
Of my fitted body, bleed will creases in your skin

Weep away my disgusting lovely love
Does me motionless finally make you cry
Do I hear of your nonexistent heart painful sigh?
For even if I burn I will beg
In a dessert of your emotions I will wait
To see your lies flow away and your eyes without glaze
You once told me was your unmistaken loving haze

Die… already, love….

some fun shots in Lighthouse park - and a sad realization i need a better camera :(