Early in the Morning

Early in the morning..
I rise and washed my face.
Inside the sink, these ants were there.
Three of them.
One washed away, two were saved.
Then I looked at my face in the mirror.
It looks pale.
As if I am already dead.
As if I am the ant who drowned just now.
What if it was me who drowned?
What if it were my family?
My hands were there, but I touched nothing.
I touched no despair.
I touched no joy.
Of the world grains.

And I never know how to feel..


Early in the morning..
Of my first memory.
What it was I didn’t remember?
I knew that I've forgotten something.
A precipice in my brain.
What’s yesterday I can't recall?
And I cracked my head, to find out what it was.
And it frustrated me.
Of my neural disobedience.

And I hate them..


Early in the morning..
I am out the room and drove my car.
The skyline was dull.
Only a massive concrete tower standing by.
Please my eye, but cold it is.
And when I arrived.
I let myself sat, trapped.
It feels like in a football field.
With chatty spectators and cheering crowds.
Who argues about their favorite teams.
But they mean nothing to them.
Bags of proteins and water.
Tools for an architect.
For the world to turn.
Without revolution of the mind.
Never talks to their heart.
Of what they dreams were.

And they were fine..


Early in the morning..
I found out that the air conditioners ain't breathing
However, these people think they were.
And they lived happily inside.
A paradise in a single room.
They pleased themselves.
As if they were belonged there.
Take to the grave.
Bind endlessly.
Of mutual bond.

And they were wrong..

Harold & the Sunflower(s)

 Harold is the only boy in his family, behind his pale colored skin and golden hairs he own, he's full of curiosity, brave, and like other kids in his age, a great dreamer. His older sister always told him not to be a dreamer. But still, Harold is an ordinary kid.

    One day Harold caught a glimpse of beautiful wonderland on the world outside of his town from the clock tower which glows strange radiance when a festival occurred in the town. It was a dusk. With curiosity, Harold run outwards the town when her mom called him to watch an event in the festival.

    Harold got himself inside a forest, definitely a strange forest, where sunflowers could be seen and living like human beings. A sunflower brought him to a giant mound inside the forest until he found out himself trapped in the vines of a very large sunflower who asked him "what are you doing here, son?". Harold replied innocently "umm.. just looking around.. do I bother you?". Living oak trees gathered underneath, ready to devour Harold anytime. The large sunflower speak in a threatening tone, "you son of humans dare to talk to me like that..." It vines grab Harold strictly until Harold scream and suddenly, he found nothing around him, he just felt wet on his feet. Then he continued to walk...

    He couldn't find anything to eat, but it's strange, he didn't get hungry for 40 days, until he stopped near a river and found out how miserable he looks. Branches grows from his body and his skin tone turned brown. He screamed, he cried, and he shouted, but nobody's hearing, nobody listening, not even himself.

    Harold wander through the forest, wanted to return to his home, no longer eager to see the outer world. Then he made some friends, living plants, just like what he is now.

    It's been 20 years since Harold left home, with some helps from friends he made in the forest, he found a way to return, but he's not sure because he's no longer a human. He gathered all of his courage, and after one step outside from the forest, Harold found himself no longer a plant, but a human. He's in a delightedness even though it's been 20 years and he's an adult now. He just wanted to see his family back. It was a dusk.

    Harold returned to the town, and knocked his house. Nobody answering. Harold remain silent, thinking of possibilities that his family might be had moved, or maybe already died. But who own the house now? it still looks the same when Harold left with his family to the festival. Does the new owner never ever renovated it? Twenty seconds in silence feels like twenty years inside the forest. Then Harold heard a voice from the inside, it was his sister voice, "hold on a bit, I'll open the door", his sister shouted. The the door opened and his sister surprised, watching a strange man in front of the door. "excuse me, who are you? we're going to the festival today, but I can't find Harold anywhere". Harold replied while wondered why does his sister still look the same before he left, "I'm Harold". "Oh, okay mister Harold, my brother also called Harold, and I couldn't find him, he might already gone to the festival" her sister replied uncomfortably, "And if you could excuse me, I'm going to lock the door, and I'm going to the festival". Harold stepped back, without throwing another word, letting his sister locked the door and leave. He concludes, he spent 20 years in the forest, but not a single day in the town, it's still the day when he leaves the town. He wanted to say that he is Harold and tell them the whole story, but nobody would believe him. Harold caught himself in a deep grief, can't believe what was and had happened. he cried a little, then he walks around the town.

    He sat under a tree, while staring at the festival that held that day, until he saw a boy, staring at the clock tower for a while. The boy's mother called him, instead of listening to her mom, he turned to the town's gate and he saw Harold sat under the tree. Harold gazed at him deeply, and he frightened. The boy, with golden hairs and pale colored skin, ran towards his mother in the festival.

Hello Dubble!

Hello, Hullo, Hello..

And, well... I'm building DUBBLE to put my exploding ideas and somehow expecting other people to appreciate and criticize my works..

Why the domain name is dubblenumbertwo?

I was intended to give the name DAMP DOODLE, but waht with the damp? nothing's wet here.. I tried some name combination, then from the name, DAMP DOODLE, I got 2Ds and modified them into 'twoDs' or 'DoubleDs' until I get this DUBBLE name.

Unfortunately, there's a british bubblegum called DUBBLE BUBBLE, and domain with the name DUBBLE, and DUBBLE2, and maybe 3, 4, 5 as well.. then, you already knew..

And actually, the concept of DUBBLE is human emotion, many kinds of emotion, that's why I often presented them in the form of children stories with dark atmosphere. This concept I build were influenced by some artist, like Alex Pardee, an American artist with dark style which had done some works for The Used's album, and Alex Somers (another Alex?), an Icelandic artist which is very brilliant in arts.

Human emotion? Why does it have something to do with children?

Well, children have many explosion of short burst emotions, the cried easily, and get pleased easily as well. Jon Burgerman, a doodle artist with funny taste and good sense of music said, "kids are cool!", children's imagination are wonderful..

and.. isn't a child's imagination indicating his level of creativity?

and such a great lost that we couldn't record all of our imagination when we were a child.

Luckily for me, I remembered clearly some of my childhood memories which was full of imagination.. I still remember I create my own Crash Bandicoot game, creating an ice cream shop from the paper, imagining some great events happened in my school, and imagining something that I still imagined until today, conquering the world.. wicked!

and yeah, all artist creative works are made from his/her imagination, dreams, experience, and other influences.. in other words, an artist creation reflecting himself, an original product..

Okay, the concept's fine, what about other kinds of arts?

I'm doing other kinds of arts as well, because I always appreciate arts, but.. I'm saying this without harm.. I doesn't really approve arts which is being 'in'.. like nowadays, modern arts like vector arts, stencils, photography, graffiti, 3d arts, etc. are being too.. you know, too many artist.. well, once again, I meant no harm, but I think, artists who's on these world should have done some innovations. and by that, I would gracefully approved them. (even though my approval means nothing, I'm just an unnamed artist, so please don't mind what I've been talking..)

Does it mean that I/you hate those arts?

No I'm not, I like those, they're beautiful, but beautiful only isn't enough..

One thing came into my note, "art's not simply something that looking good, but something which have meaning(s) in every elements it had".

And I really hate copycats.. It's allright to be influenced A LOT.. but most people doesn't understand the difference between influenced and copying..

It's hard to be original you know! I were always trying to do so, but all I got, is a disappointment.. It really kills me when I watched other people got appreciated by copying other people works while I'm working so hard to be 'original', but disapproved..

Well, I've been talking too much, let's get back to DUBBLE, and I hope you enjoyed my works..