Talking brought me here...

There was a hunter out hunting deep in the African bushes and he stumble upon a human skull all bleached out with empty eye sockets with darkness staring out from some where deep within. "And what brought you here?!" yelped the hunter taking one long leap backwards. "Talking brought me here!". answered the all bleached out skull. "What brought you here?". the hunter, "Talking brought me here!". the skull.. and on and on.
"WOW!" the hunter ran all the way back to the Karaal where his folks came from and headed straight for the main Karaal where the number one Chief resided with his wives numbering it was said at about 52 strong and healthy beauties. The chief listened to the hunters' story about a talking skull in the forest. Being a busy man that he was what with running the community and not enjoying enoguht sleep at nights, finally gave in to the hunter's urgingings for the chief to leave all his comffort and walk all the way into the forest just to witness a talking skull.
They at long last arrived at the sighting site and approached the bleached sitting on the ground staring out with its lifeless black stares.
"And what brought you her?!. What brought you here!?, pleeese, What brought you here.."
No Answer! The hunter rolled and grovelled on the ground the skull, picked it up and tossed it into the air and even irreverently almost used it as a soccer ball if not for the deadly stare from the Great Cheif.
The moral behind the old bleached out skull story is that where there was once a skull now there is two-know when or when not to open your mouth or you might end up loosing your head.

I spent the day at the Amro-USM- Gallery where the HUMIND Solo Exhibition is still going on. I took a long walk to the Pinang Gallery at the Dewan Sri Pinang Kompleks,there are many greAT WORKS IN THE MAIN GALLERY AND THE SAD THING IS THAT NINETY PERCENT OF THE WORKS ARE BY cHINESE ARTISTS FROM IN A ND AROUND PENANG.
At the risk of feeling prejudiced it is my feeling that the Art Scene IN Penang is dominated totally by Chinese Artists and Art clubs, well sponsored and financed by their patrons who are more sensitive to the plights of the artists and the connection between art and the preservation of cultures. The artist in any culture as it was in the native American culture, was the preserver and keeper of the cultural spiritual records of a society.He is the watcher an obserever who stands on the fringe of village lost in his own world while making comments of his life in relation to his community.
The Artist takes the next step into the unknown for the benifit of his community or his tribe seeking and documenting what else is out the there in the wilderness and the unconcious HUMIND. He becomes the Quest Master, Vision Hunter and embarks upon a journey of self discovery. Int eh never, never land of Neverland, in thedistant mountains of Mount Doom, on top of the Messa in the City of Rock area of Danning, New Mexico, standing naked to the bone and dancing around the fire to the distant howlings of the coyote and the starlit skies. The Artist is the lamb when there is a sacrifice needed to be offered to appease the Gods, for he is the most expendale to a society in times of great tragedies. N'Artist is he who walks among his people no different than a prostitute peddling his wares and self esteem to stay alive in a real man's world. The Creator has given the true believer a gift of being able to see life,live it and document it and Hu out of Hu's infinite Compassion made him an artist.
I always wanted to be a pilot, fly a plane, but I am never to fly my own plane instead my son flies for and Ailine in the US! Oh well, at least my wish has been granted through my son. I was always fascinated by engineering and whenever I enter a machine shop or some big factory I thought to myself, man, what would it feel like to have all that knowledge and do all that work. I became the Yard Boss at H and H Ships and Environmental Services at 220, China Basin, in San Francisco. There was a point in time when I was asked to design what I needed for the whole Yard part of the facility to meet the California State Legislation Standards of Operations in Hazardous Waste Management facility located in downtown SF water front area. I got to understand what engineering was all about at least wthe what it takes part if not what you can do part.
I used to wonder what it was like working on a construction site day in and day out in the hot humid environment of Malaysia and had actually wished to experience this and I did. I became the Health and Safety Manager for three different major construction companies in Malaysia. Ibai Bina Sdn.Bhd. in Kerteh, Van Seumerren Romstar in Kerteh and Gebeng and Autoblast in Kerteh where the Patronas refinery complexes are located. I worked among the Vietnamese, the Bangladeshis and the Inians from India, the Iban from Sarawak and the Malays and the Chinese and the Indians from Malaysia, my bosses were Koreans, Americans and British and the Patronas management team. "Safety First" "We Make It Happen", was our slogan. For two and half years I was earning the highest salary I had ever made and fulfilling my wishes, to feel what it was like to work on a construction site and in this case not just any site.
As the saying goes, careful what you wish for in your life for the mind is far greater a planner than we know and take it from one who has tried his utmost to document everything and anything worth documenting about his existance. I realize that it was just a matter of time that every wish made or suggested to the HUMIND will manifest into reality whether we realize it or not. Now that you know perhaps wishing for the good things in life to happen to you or to someone you love or even the Universe is not such a far fetched undertaking. So hey!, lets join hands and embark upon a vision quest to find our one true wish for everlasting Peace.