<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958</id><updated>2012-01-22T13:50:51.763-08:00</updated><category term='kenry art works sculpture painting visual art'/><title type='text'>EMPTYBOTTLEKEN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958.post-1214015288643926011</id><published>2012-01-22T13:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T13:50:51.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanilla is alone without Frida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday noon, I discovered Frida was resting quietly at the bottom of the glass bottle, and vanilla was still swimming around, until i found its stomach was facing up. It went. It was not feeling good before this, and noticed that some weird growth like-spine on it's body. And then the weird looking spine broke off from its body. Thought it would be fine after that. But now Vanilla is alone. Swimming unknowingly in that glass bottle alone and still may be it has not realized or maybe don't even know that Frida has gone. Seems like just another day to live and keep living. Vanilla is having more freedom to swim alone and the other two black fishes are watching the Vanila swimming freely. And now even Vanilla has the weird growing spine on the body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMku_9WhLwE/Txx8ct9-maI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O7sCatFz6F4/s1600/Dead%2BLizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mC6BLRcNx7s/Txx8byp17mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/a9OJJZs3tew/s320/Dead%2BFrida.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700568045239791202" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PyJJu_nO42Q/Txx8cISK2bI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7H96jMWiP-U/s320/Dead%2BFrida2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700568051046078898" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I was taking the pictures, I thought of taking some pictures of my collection which is the dead lizard that I found near my window pane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zMku_9WhLwE/Txx8ct9-maI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O7sCatFz6F4/s320/Dead%2BLizard.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700568061161937314" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px; " /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6040816813063937958-1214015288643926011?l=emptybottleken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/1214015288643926011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2012/01/vanilla-is-alone-without-frida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/1214015288643926011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/1214015288643926011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2012/01/vanilla-is-alone-without-frida.html' title='Vanilla is alone without Frida'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mC6BLRcNx7s/Txx8byp17mI/AAAAAAAAAF0/a9OJJZs3tew/s72-c/Dead%2BFrida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958.post-5558279639770228246</id><published>2012-01-13T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T22:25:34.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning with Joe Hisaishi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9xUNK2CLks/TxEduOFcLaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MPDwcKbkqAM/s320/joe3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697367683492490658" style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 178px; " /&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;I was listening to Joe Hisaishi's song; The first was Spirited Away, which i have been listening more than i know how many times is it. : ) But today i felt very different about this song, it has potential in painting space that i visualized. And then another song is One Summer's day, which i have been watching his playing in theater, and the another documentary video on his another song, Turning Seasons from Kiki's Delivery Service which they capture the London orchestra playing for him too! I's so happy that i found this video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have some link of these songs i mentioned:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spirited Away:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akh42-LUqyU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akh42-LUqyU&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One Summer's day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1ni1sVCgEk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1ni1sVCgEk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turning Season from Kiki's Delivery Service:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=So_qQsoF7AY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=So_qQsoF7AY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im thinking im going to do something amusing, i do not know and aware what will come but something is going to happen, im sure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline"&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6040816813063937958-5558279639770228246?l=emptybottleken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/5558279639770228246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning-with-jose-hisaishi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/5558279639770228246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/5558279639770228246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2012/01/good-morning-with-jose-hisaishi.html' title='Good Morning with Joe Hisaishi'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L9xUNK2CLks/TxEduOFcLaI/AAAAAAAAAFo/MPDwcKbkqAM/s72-c/joe3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958.post-8229377392396299009</id><published>2012-01-10T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T02:24:21.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New works in small scale. Two portraits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A38TeRJUBF4/TwyQpzgSVRI/AAAAAAAAADM/ne4dHmVJ4Ew/s1600/_DSC00771.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;i made these two portraits when i was in Pune,&lt;br /&gt;i found peace when i was working on it,&lt;br /&gt;i found ease when i was looking at it,&lt;br /&gt;portrait has the expression i always longing to see,&lt;br /&gt;it never leave me nor I'm leaving it,&lt;br /&gt;it stays within me and always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAB879W3DSU/TwyQpOpZh6I/AAAAAAAAADA/eFazLiqf6xY/s1600/_DSC00751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAB879W3DSU/TwyQpOpZh6I/AAAAAAAAADA/eFazLiqf6xY/s320/_DSC00751.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696086666697607074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EX0Rk360Dpg/TwyQo0aclgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3S_g70g3-Uo/s1600/_DSC00761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EX0Rk360Dpg/TwyQo0aclgI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3S_g70g3-Uo/s320/_DSC00761.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696086659655570946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A38TeRJUBF4/TwyQpzgSVRI/AAAAAAAAADM/ne4dHmVJ4Ew/s1600/_DSC00771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A38TeRJUBF4/TwyQpzgSVRI/AAAAAAAAADM/ne4dHmVJ4Ew/s320/_DSC00771.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696086676591498514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6040816813063937958-8229377392396299009?l=emptybottleken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/8229377392396299009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-works-in-small-scale-two-portraits.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/8229377392396299009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/8229377392396299009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-works-in-small-scale-two-portraits.html' title='New works in small scale. Two portraits.'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fAB879W3DSU/TwyQpOpZh6I/AAAAAAAAADA/eFazLiqf6xY/s72-c/_DSC00751.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958.post-579718135346997761</id><published>2012-01-10T10:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:16:18.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK to BLOG, 2012</title><content type='html'>I have few beautiful things to share in my beginning year of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm inspired to get myself back to blog&lt;/span&gt;  and got my room internet fixed so that i can write whenever I'm  inspired to write. I have few stories to tell. I think everything has  evolved tremendously good after the Baroda Fine Art Fair 2011. Everyone  was lifted up by the fair atmosphere and also the crowd we had in  faculty was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good friend i came to know Gaurav, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he  writes blog most of the time whenever he has a new subject to write and  share, he is living in the world that he wishes to meet more  interesting or any people to inspire him in anyway it can be&lt;/span&gt;.  Someone i recently know very closely and have learned many minute things  from him that inspired me to do what i like to do. It has inspired and  motivated me having different way to understand things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcHDdMlsBV4/TwyN6qs1k6I/AAAAAAAAACo/2Mw5LXMUjxU/s1600/Blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcHDdMlsBV4/TwyN6qs1k6I/AAAAAAAAACo/2Mw5LXMUjxU/s320/Blog1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696083667751113634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  attended a Sufi concert which was held in Laxmi Vilas Palace, (my first  attending Sufi concert) celebrated Maharaja Sayajirao Day Celebration on  his 150th birth anniversary. It was a breath-taking palace when it was  surrounded with bright yellow light and the solid structure of the  palace highlighted. The Sufi singer was Kavita Seth, she had sung one  song which she dedicated to her late husband, who passed away 15 Dec.  Her voice was sublime and much involved when she was dedicating her song  to her late husband. That moment touched my senses and shaken my heart  for a moment.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I learned how beautiful  things can be when you are relating things with yourself, be open to it  and allow the emotion express for you&lt;/span&gt; and you will soon response to the emotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6040816813063937958-579718135346997761?l=emptybottleken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/579718135346997761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-blog-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/579718135346997761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/579718135346997761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-blog-2012.html' title='BACK to BLOG, 2012'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fcHDdMlsBV4/TwyN6qs1k6I/AAAAAAAAACo/2Mw5LXMUjxU/s72-c/Blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958.post-7723183693360237874</id><published>2010-08-15T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T00:09:34.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything start with a dot...</title><content type='html'>As now im learning to learn, teaching myself of time dicipline and self-organize, having a big space of mind and soul to learn and absord the knowledge around me. The dot is the start. As many people doubt the way of restarting everything again and not looking into its beauty of re-incarnation of ourself, as maybe the fear of losing has slowly eating up the person's determination. But when i lose, i get more than i do expect. Well it doesnt indicate you that i'm thinking in such manner to get more. Its a part of my realization and learning process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, there are silencio questions twirling around my mind, what is art? What does art do? What does art made of?&lt;br /&gt;Now, i have started the journey of searching, searching of understanding in art, and life and everything has relative connection within all things in life. Art is my instruments. Allow me to explore and play the most exciting, interesting, sophisticated, and the innermost aesthetic emotion and share with the people around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6040816813063937958-7723183693360237874?l=emptybottleken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/7723183693360237874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-start-with-dot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/7723183693360237874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/7723183693360237874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/08/everything-start-with-dot.html' title='Everything start with a dot...'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958.post-3985224824253131170</id><published>2010-07-31T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:56:51.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenry Said:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/TFPVxKcaXwI/AAAAAAAAABg/u6JFpbGMzvQ/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/TFPVxKcaXwI/AAAAAAAAABg/u6JFpbGMzvQ/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499974610543337218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In art,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too conscious of how they perceive things, you will see more than usual...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6040816813063937958-3985224824253131170?l=emptybottleken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/3985224824253131170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/07/kenry-said.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/3985224824253131170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/3985224824253131170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/07/kenry-said.html' title='Kenry Said:'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/TFPVxKcaXwI/AAAAAAAAABg/u6JFpbGMzvQ/s72-c/IMG_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958.post-4410856012145575873</id><published>2010-07-30T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T00:58:21.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man In Jail of His MissingInAction-Soul &amp; Body  &lt;~) Chapter 1</title><content type='html'>I had almost found the note of the peacefulness in my heart sheet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the most tranquil 3 weeks i ever had since i ought to find that peace in me which was lingering around the hustle bustle city, never stop bee buzzing around the city and lot more to say.&lt;br /&gt;I have found a family who are passionately inspired each other in the same frequency of achieving something in their life. Especially for some family members, they took care of me very well, especially my newly born brother, Alpesh. With all the trouble troubling trembling and stumbling around our days to get my admission into M.S.U Fine Art, Baroda, Gujarat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, i have found few more inspiring brothers, Rosan with his passion into my phone's unlimited internet for his favorite video. With David's laughters and his loudspeaker voice that he could easily make you feel 'there is no sad day!'... And my dear friend, Rajesh with his recent lity mini creature which look adorably scary. The creatures with its distinctive teeth and some interesting features transformed from a wasted zink plate(i think my spelling is wrong) to sculpture form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will upload the pictures as you will see who is who, you will who is the who and you will notice you will be one of the who who are reading it. Enjoy!! Haha. Please don't trouble yourself thinking what is the tittle for, as you will know more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6040816813063937958-4410856012145575873?l=emptybottleken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/4410856012145575873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/07/man-in-jail-of-his-missinginaction-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/4410856012145575873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/4410856012145575873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/07/man-in-jail-of-his-missinginaction-soul.html' title='A Man In Jail of His MissingInAction-Soul &amp; Body  &lt;~) Chapter 1'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958.post-2643032003083312134</id><published>2010-01-21T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:41:36.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Thinking that...</title><content type='html'>Im thinking about....&lt;br /&gt;Actually i have too much things to say in one black un-colored page...if i want to express and paint the words out, guess, its going to be out of computer screen... but i think i can pick one or two thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these while i think about human relationship, between man &amp;amp; woman, family like husband with wife, father with son or mother with son, friend with you, man with man, women with women, brother and sister, all the connection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is so interesting that God ( no reference) has created all of us...with many different bonds...Everything so perfect tht man always complain not enough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one story which i witnessed with my soul's eye. Difference between having siblings and not having siblings makes a big difference..Some insan says that: argh i dont like brothers because we fight all the time, they are so irritating, so retarding, and i feel so sad and felt as if you are holding a invisible diamond that you never notice its in your preciously ignorant hand for long. Some they don't give a heart and care to their own siblings and they can even ignore their un-cherished existence which was from the same mother womb.&lt;br /&gt;So i just told them one thing, I ACTUALLY DONT KNOW HOW IT FEELS LIKE TO LOVE AND BE LOVED BY SIBLINGS. I got no body to ARGUE with. I was talking to four wall while i was having my dear holiday which miserably killing me day by day gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insan always try to chase after for something ahead us, everybody does i believe. Some man would tackle some big fish infront of their eyes that only lie infront of them. Some insan would just keep reaching out hand to catch the money that fished by a fishing rod that hang above them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Its like you are driving a car to reach money as your destination, or you want to use money to be your car and reach a destination? Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this doctor i met last month when i was sick. He looked at me as if i had have transform myself from a book to a paint brush and i told him its ok because i do art. Then he replied I see. He asked, So what is ur goal in life? Dont you wanna earn big bucks in ur life?&lt;br /&gt;Then i told him, life isn't all bout money yeah? Well i make use of money but i don't dedicated my life to money. When you are going to awaiting graveyard, you have to be like how you were borned and end your life like how it is. Its empty. Cant bring money and decorate yourself with flower of money. Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he just kept quiet. Then he said you don't know how its feel to have big bucks in your life.&lt;br /&gt;To me, everybody has its need and satisfaction point. Just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see when we look back after we were able to get our self a Castle as our house, how about human relationship you have? Look Back is one of thing that we hardly do and always need reminder. Its not that you dont know about this but we all are like the bullet train that never reverse back on the track of life. Reminders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6040816813063937958-2643032003083312134?l=emptybottleken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/2643032003083312134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-thinking-that.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/2643032003083312134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/2643032003083312134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-thinking-that.html' title='Im Thinking that...'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6040816813063937958.post-5611281120287719357</id><published>2010-01-17T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:15:04.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kenry art works sculpture painting visual art'/><title type='text'>hmm..HOW should i start?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well...uhmmm....arggh...&lt;/span&gt;How to start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This is my very first post and i like to share my visual world to anyone of who can scrolling down patiently and enjoy watching it... I'm gonna put some of my art works....Hope to see how human react and response to my works of art...Enjoy.. I guess i will share more of my works statements with ya'll... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically i have some art works in my &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?ref=profile&amp;amp;id=590800643#/profile.php?ref=profile&amp;amp;id=590800643"&gt;facebook&lt;/a&gt; (click me) but i guess i need some proper space for my work display and able to deliver my deep insightful statement for my artworks...&lt;br /&gt;AND i always welcome anyone who would like to response to my art work which is really thankfully great for me to know..Much appreciated that... Have a good day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/S1NYq-BmckI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HfdcjsoUNO4/s1600-h/Batik+by+Kenry_The+Look_28Sept09_FinalEdit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/S1NYq-BmckI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HfdcjsoUNO4/s320/Batik+by+Kenry_The+Look_28Sept09_FinalEdit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427779471139041858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Look, Batik on Silk 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/S1NePNkm5iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YE47PgCWuT0/s1600-h/BlueBaby%28finaledit%29,2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/S1NePNkm5iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YE47PgCWuT0/s320/BlueBaby%28finaledit%29,2008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427785591345833506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blue Baby, Wood cut print 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/S1NgJl0upKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/r0XogLtmXw4/s1600-h/SixSensemania_FinalEdit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/S1NgJl0upKI/AAAAAAAAAA4/r0XogLtmXw4/s320/SixSensemania_FinalEdit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427787693799941282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Six Sense-mania 2007, Acrylic on Canvas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/Documents/Fine%20Art/KENRY_INTERNSHIP/Artworks_Portfolio/BlueBaby%28finaledit%29,2008.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/User/Documents/Fine%20Art/KENRY_INTERNSHIP/Artworks_Portfolio/BlueBaby%28finaledit%29,2008.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6040816813063937958-5611281120287719357?l=emptybottleken.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/feeds/5611281120287719357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmhow-should-i-start.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/5611281120287719357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6040816813063937958/posts/default/5611281120287719357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emptybottleken.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmhow-should-i-start.html' title='hmm..HOW should i start?'/><author><name>emptybottleken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08597601568513784155</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZoPibMZWalQ/Tw8yhxu9RpI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7QT4N1Dtopk/s220/340791_2243201734263_1674690018_1548790_715659500_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kij6oOoSfjI/S1NYq-BmckI/AAAAAAAAAAo/HfdcjsoUNO4/s72-c/Batik+by+Kenry_The+Look_28Sept09_FinalEdit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
