What Are You Reading? Day 10

Kalpna loves Sherlock Holmes. Do you?

What Are You Reading? Day 9, part 2

 

Brian's favourite children book is Put Me In The Zoo by Robert Lopshire

What Are You Reading? Day 9, part 1

 

Jon reads An Equal Music by Vikram Seth

What Are You Reading? Day 8

 

Yatie loved reading Mills & Boon when she was in her 20s

What Are You Reading? Day 7, Part 2

Kelvin reads Collected Poems by Philip Larkin

I have this book too. I must admit I don't understand everything I have read. But what I have read, including what I don't really understand, have an effect on me. This is one of Kelvin's favourite books. (I noticed the shiny leather shoes that Larkin is wearing in the book cover. You probably can't tell from my painting here. And he got one of the most troubled-looking faces.)

What Are You Reading? Day 7, Part 1

Kelvin reads Improvisation by Derek Bailey

To me, Kelvin is a master of improvised music. I have seen him walk into a recording studio and just played. I am not sure if he needed to read a book on Improvisation.

I bet this book isn't talking about techniques at all, maybe more an attitude towards life. Or maybe more about the history and forms of improvisation in different kinds of music. I will need to read the book myself.

What Are You Reading? Day 6

My father had little education, although he used to work as a shipping clerk when he was younger.

He did not know the English language, but read and wrote simple Chinese.

He lost his speech in the last few years of his life. No one knew why that was so.  Maybe it was his dementia.

Anyway, I decided to read him the calendar one day, in Teochew. 

After several numbers he suddenly joined in, to everyone's surprise. His favourite numbers were 6 and 9.

He started reading the calendar with us since that day. But he would get tired easily each time we read with him, and could manage maybe 20 numbers the most.

Here is my father, on the wheelchair, after a meal, wearing his cotton gloves which prevented him from tearing his paper-thin skin with his fingernails, reading the calendar. My mother was beside him reading with him, but she is not in my drawing.

What Are You Reading? Day 5, Part 2

 

Kelvin reads The Gift Of Death by Jacques Derrida

What Are You Reading? Day 5, Part 1

 

Deborah's favourite book when she was a child was Rupert The Bear. Her cats could not disapprove.

don't rely on a donkey if you are a painter

 

What Are You Reading, Day 4

Howard reads Ubik by Philip K. Dick

Howard reads The Horror in the Museum by H.P. Lovecraft

Kimi reads The Gathering Storm by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson

Kimi reads The Gathering Storm by Robert Jordan and Brandon Sanderson

 

cartoons of some of my online ukester friends

 

sea song

A Robert Wyatt song I covered on the baritone ukulele. With some illustrations I made.

doing nothing

 

What Are You Reading? (Day 3 part 2)

Jon - An Equal Music by Vikram Seth

Jon - The Executioner's Song by Norman Mailer

A Severed Head by Iris Murdoch

 

What Are You Reading? (Day 3)

10 out of the MANY books that Bill Gates likes

Childish Gambino - The Curious Incident Of The Dog In The Night Time by Mark Haddon

Steve Jobs - Autobiography of aYogi by Paramahansa Yogananda 

 

What Are You Reading? ( Day 2)

 

Martin Luther King Jr - The Complete Poetry and Prose by John Donne

Mark Zuckerberg - The Idea Factory by Jon Gertner

what are you reading? (day 1)

Sia Joo Hiang - All Of Us by Raymond Carver

Sia Joo Hiang - Emperor Of The Air by Ethan Canin

Sia Joo Hiang - Rhymes Without Reason by Mervyn Peake

Jensen Sia, Haikyu! by Haruichi Furudate

Gylan Sia, Haikyu! By Haruichi Furudate

 

cloud song

a song I wrote in 2015, this version recorded in 2021.

I played baritone ukulele, sang and made the drawings. 

Little Flower! I see you in the sky! 

You have wings - a butterfly! 

And you can swim like a porpoise. 

Little Snail! I see you in the sky! 

You're like a little boat in the heavens... 

Your shell is the sail, 

your slimy trail a cirrus path to the unknown. 

Little Pony! I see you in the sky! 

You have wheels instead of legs- 

and a sad-looking window-pane face 

instead of a twinkle in the eye. 

Little Dinosaur! I see you in the sky! 

You're not T-Rex or triceratops, 

you're made up of the giant fluffy cotton candy 

in the sky. 

Little tear drops on my face! 

I don't see you in the sky. 

Where do you come from? 

Are you the tears from up above? 

From the Little Flower? 

From the Little Snail? 

From the Little Pony? 

Or from the Little Dinosaur? 

Has the giant fluffy cotton candy turned into an ocean?

Has the giant fluffy cotton candy turned into my eyes?

the moon kisses me, and I kiss the moon

 

freedom

 

blood runs thicker than (2D animation)

 

The Monster Sale

I put a Brian Moses poem to music today. Then I made some illustrations and made this video.

Monsters that wait behind your door,
monsters that slither across the floor.

Monsters that moan and groan and wail,
buy your monsters at the Monster Sale.

Monsters that bite and leave a mark,
monsters that shine and glow in the dark.

Monsters that look like you and me,
buy one monster get one free.

A box of monsters to put under beds,
a sack of monsters with two or three heads.

Monsters with chipped and blackened teeth,
monsters with baby monsters beneath.

Out-of-date monsters from the bargain bin,
monsters that fit inside a tin.

Monsters that tap on your window at night,
monsters that whisper, ‘You’re in for a fright.

Monsters that hide in your teacher’s drawer,
such silly offers you can’t ignore.

But our monsters need feeding to help them grow,
so step this way to our basement below.

Such knock down prices you just won’t believe.
Pity you’ll never be able to leave........

monsters for sale

 wanna buy some monsters? buy one get one free.

moon

 

dog man

 

all mothers will die one day

 

father and child and a star

 

Bach and umbrella

 

It looked like a storm was about to happen.

I saw her on my way to work. The music from her transistor radio was so loud it filled the quiet morning air. She was carrying a small umbrella in her other hand. 

Our eyes met. She was fair and thin, and had a weathered look about her. I smiled at her but she had turned her head so quickly that I could not see if she caught my smile.

As I walked on I could still hear the music. It was Bach's Goldberg Variations.

In that moment, as I walked on, I felt happy and peaceful.

She was all equipped for the storm.

image

 

the face of the clock