There's always a place inside me filled with galaxies and outer spaces. In my younger days I collected found & given marbles (never bought) and bouncy balls (from party bags & leftovers from my own parties) which I had more recently, during a not-quite-spring clean, gathered & placed them into jars. For me I felt like I had captured a bunch of planets and kept them alive in these jam jars.
As kids, we grew up living on fantasies. We built them with our imaginations and the things we could find around us. Sofas, chairs, bed sheets, and the lights turned off could turn a bedroom into the universe and we'd fly amongst galaxies in our hand-heart-and-mind constructed spaceships. This was one of the adventures Bambi and I went on during our childhood. These things get lost as we grow but it's never too late to live them again; imagination - the creative energy we've all been given, will always be the greatest gift we'll ever have. Some realise it. Some don't. But it's all within each of us and actually... it was never lost to begin with. We're always dreaming. We all get caught up in these dreams. It's these dreams that could transform the world around us. But perhaps they escape before you live them, as you stay attached and firmly grounded on the Earth. Sometimes all we need to do is defy gravity and float freely with our imaginations.
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| The Passing 2011 Comic designed for University Project |
I didn't think of it that way then, but I think this comic I made for a university project in the subject called sequences and narratives actually fits in (not completely) with the ideas I have above. This comic was actually initially based on my frustration on not being able to articulate and express ideas properly; they escape before you're able to make them into something tangible leaving you with only fragments. Meaning gets lost within that moment of translation from thought to speech. I intentionally left the comic vague enough so that it could be interpreted in any way you like. The version you see here isn't the one I submitted, this was another version I had as an option with some minor tweaks and improvements. Still, I call this comic a visual conceptual work in progress; I have a lot to work on in terms of creating the right dynamics to express movement within a frame and especially as a sequence.
I think the space theme also had somewhat been influenced by the music I was listening to at the time. I was really into The French duo Air and listening to them always expanded the confines of standing in the corner of the peak hour train into a world faraway into space. I felt like I was floating in some sort of dreamscape
| Air - Le Soleil Est Près De Moi |
Air: Universal Traveller
So far, so far
So far away
I remember when night shopping used to be a ritual and I'd always get excited about it. But ever since uni the frequency of going grocery shopping with my parents seems to have decreased quite drastically. So to my disappointment, I came to a realisation that these scrapbooks are no longer widely available... it kind of hit me how long I haven't properly perused my local supermarket... it's like someone took a chunk out of my life. Seriously though. When did these scrapbooks begin to disappear? (It could just be me not looking hard enough so please do let me know if you ever come across them)
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| This Scrapbook has lived for years... since primary school even. |
So maybe childhood partially gets lost along the way without us even noticing but thankfully I've kept some of the artefacts & memories that made those days truly worth it.
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| I drew this with my set of twist-crayons one arvo probably when I was 9 or 10. They were the good ol' days :) |
















































