tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-256482152024-03-08T15:24:22.998+07:00Kertas PutihJust a place to formulate my abstract thoughtsInno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25648215.post-1151858991831356832006-07-02T23:16:00.000+07:002006-07-12T14:09:45.026+07:00The Moko<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1323/2683/1600/maori%20mask4.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1323/2683/320/maori%20mask4.jpg" width="196" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I am always fascinated with Maori culture. Its art represents a traditional touch, but yet also a sophisticated and futuristic design. The details of Maori art intrigue me. I felt the unique pattern of Maori art became a thread that channels the life between past and present times. Another thing that astonishes me about the Maori is that they were partly Indonesian descendent. The theory says that they originated in china, travelled via taiwan, the philipines to Indonesia, then to Fiji and finally to Aotearoa (New Zealand). Well I hope that they don't mind that I slightly modified their Moko (Full-faced tattoos) in my drawing. Hei konei ra!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">[Terinspirasi waktu mengunjungi the Auckland Museum]</span>Inno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25648215.post-1147775915169463912006-05-16T17:36:00.000+07:002006-08-02T18:40:16.590+07:00Duniaku<span style="font-size:85%;">Aku tak pernah mengerti<br />Ucapan-ucapan yang mengalir lewat mulut mereka<br />Hanya rangkaian suara-suara tanpa makna<br />Aku…<br />Masih dalam duniaku…<br /><br />Jemariku merengkuh<br />Kabut tak berbentuk<br />Menggapai<br />Aliran air yang tak berujung<br />Terpana<br />Melihat keindahan gulita<br /><br />Aku…<br />Masih dalam duniaku…<br /><br />Hanya itu yang aku mengerti<br /><br />[Terinspirasi oleh pasien-pasien skizophren di bangsal psikiatri RSCM]</span>Inno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25648215.post-1146237885446055692006-04-28T22:15:00.000+07:002006-05-08T15:07:29.993+07:00Aku Mirip Kamu atau Kamu Mirip Aku?<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1323/2683/1600/orangutan2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1323/2683/320/orangutan2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Sebernarnya...siapa sih yang lebih mirip? Orangutan mirip manusia...atau manusia yang mirip orangutan? Ah ah...<br /><br /><br />[corat-coret mencoba pensil baru]Inno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25648215.post-1145371069386169902006-04-18T21:37:00.000+07:002006-07-12T06:31:34.560+07:00Jaka Sembung Jadi Dokterjaka sembung<br />bawa cutter<br />gak nyambung<br />dokterInno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25648215.post-1145370152745226922006-04-18T21:17:00.000+07:002006-04-18T21:24:06.430+07:00Adalah kekuatan yg dapat memberi kesejukan setiap insan<br />Adalah ucapan sebuah keabadian<br />Adalah gejolak perasaan yang terdalam<br />Adalah kekuatan yang dapat meluluhkan jiwa-jiwa manusia yg beku<br /><br />[corat-coret waktu lagi milih-milih sepatu]Inno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25648215.post-1144657445066148702006-04-10T15:20:00.000+07:002006-04-26T22:48:04.700+07:00Merindukan FajarSaat langit mulai memancarkan cahaya kemerahannya<br />Dan ayam jantan berkokok menyanyikan ucapan selamat pagi<br />Ketika suara burung-burung dari lembah mengalunkan simponi alam<br />Aku bersimpuh kepada Sang Maharaja meminta petunjukNya<br />Menempuh hari dengan kesungguhan jiwa<br /><br />[corat-coret ketika lagi tumben-tumbennya bangun pagi]Inno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25648215.post-1144591754984949902006-04-09T21:01:00.000+07:002006-04-09T21:09:14.996+07:00MungkinMungkin cinta tak berupa. Dan juga mungkin tak berwarna. Mungkin dia hadir dalam kebisuannya. Tanpa gerak. Tanpa irama. Mungkin dia ada dalam ketiadaannya. Berbicara tanpa ada kata. Bernyanyi hanya dengan kidung suci. Mungkin cinta memang tidak diciptakan untuk dimengerti dengan nalar atau pikiran<br /><br />[corat-coret waktu lagi lemot,2006]Inno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25648215.post-1144488569405918622006-04-08T16:27:00.000+07:002006-04-08T22:17:27.780+07:00AwarenessLife and death are intertwined. We can’t separate them from one to another. As well as sadness and happiness, tears and laughter, grief and joy. They are there with us, whether we like it or not. Losing somebody can be hurt, but it can also make us stronger in facing life. It’s just we should not be drawn with the sadness all the time for we may become not aware what is the real meaning behind the sadness. Sometimes the more tears we have, the more treasure we can find within us- that if we are only aware. It is us who responsible with our feelings. It is our mind that controls our feelings, not our surrounding.<br /><br />Sometimes I am not aware of being me. Sometimes I am not aware with my surrounding. My walls that start to crack, my skin that is getting wrinkled, my radio that is getting crusty, my mom and dad who are getting older. Sometimes I am not aware that I am actually………breathing. It is weird that everyday I pass the days without being aware of these things. I am too occupied with my work and forget those small things, but yet essential. Awareness...the key to appreciate life.<br /><br />[corat-coret untuk mengenang Mbah Putri,2005]Inno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25648215.post-1144480797187557242006-04-08T14:18:00.000+07:002006-04-08T14:19:57.196+07:00A Little PrayerIn my prayer, I surrender to the Spirit who created the Earth and the Universe. My mind, body, and soul are united into a soft, peaceful harmony following the rhythm of the nature. I can feel the wind gently caressing me and the fresh cold water dripping inside my heart.<br /><br />I kneel down and beg the Lord to heed my call. Listen to my sigh. Feel my emotion. Touch me down into my soul. Tenderly, I whisper your name. Send a little prayer for you. Ask Him to lead you to the right way, to true light, to the safe path, and to everlasting happiness.<br />A n E n d l e s s S e r e n i t y<br /><br />[dedicated to all people who come into my world, 2002]Inno Palupi Santosahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11916236048433373237noreply@blogger.com0