” Sweet Spike ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + SMC Pentax-F 50mm F2.8 Macro )

” Nobody likes Sweet Spike… As a matter of fact, nobody liked him ever since he was born. He used to be quite a nice fellow, you know? Unfortunately his strange looks, weird diet and not so much fresh breath made him really unpopular. He’s genuinely desperate nowadays, he just flies around and tries to hug anyone… that can’t be good, can it? He used to be charming, really smart and with a good talk. Sadly enough, time changes everyone… and for poor Sweet Spike the change was not for the better… I mean, I don’t blame him, you know? How would you personally feel if everyone, without any exception, would hate you from the moment they meet you? Not nice, huh? And it wasn’t nice for Spike as well… All he ever wanted was to be just like others; nice, colourful, likeable, cute and things like that. Didn’t work out at all… He got beaten many times, with many different things; newspapers, towels, flip-flops, got electrocuted, sprayed with chemicals and so much more… It’s just painful, you know? Not just for the body, but for the soul as well… Poor Spike, I heard he got addicted to pooh again too. It is not his fault really? The freaking nature designed him like that, what can he do about it? Nothing, exactly… so why all the hate!? Sweet Spike~!! Not everyone hates you~!! Can you hear me~!? Don’t you do anything stupid~!! Some of us understand how you feel and you are not alone~!! Unluckily… Sweet Spike is not with us any more… Those were my last words to him, and this is the last photograph of him. Sweet Spike was found dead at a hotel room in Des Moines, Iowa, on May 25. Test results have shown he died of an accidental diarrhoea overdose. He is survived by… no one. You won’t be missed, but you were still… pretty fly for a stinky guy. “

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” Love Is A Bubble ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-5 II s + SMC Pentax-FA 77mm F1.8 Limited )

” So what is love exactly? It’s a trap among many other things, that’s for sure. You either destroy it at its infancy, or you get trapped inside of it. It comes in various shapes and colours, luring you slowly yet firmly. Once it gets hooks in your heart, there is no escape from it. At least, not without ripping and leaving a great chunk of your own flesh behind. So what is this infernal tool, why does it even exist? What is its purpose? Well folks, it is nature’s plan B or A, depends on what works and what doesn’t in particular case. You can escape one, but the second thing will most likely get you anyway. Some people only chase bodily pleasures, others seek a twin soul, and some are in search for those both things at the same time. It is a fragile creation… nonetheless, utmost dangerous. Many people are designed to coop with it, without any major malfunctions. There are also those who are missing some important data, and are not able to assimilate it properly. Those poor souls are exposed to extreme confusion, pain and feelings that erode their minds inexorably, killing them slowly and silently from the inside. A trap that can ruin ongoing existence, or give the meaning to an empty life. It is quite unfair how it works though. It hits directly at your weakest points, leaving you vulnerable and open to attacks from people with malicious and selfish intentions. So what is love exactly? The answer to the question is quite simple… It’s a death. The death of the person you have known your entire life. “

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” Come With Me If You Want To Live ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-50 + HD Pentax-DA 35mm F2.8 Limited Macro )

” Another monument… I guess, we really do need those reminders in our lives, to help us remember about all those good deeds, we have done to each other in the past… How do you even distinguish, good guys from the bad ones, when everyone is killing and acting like a monster… Oh, you had a good reason? Well guess what… now they have a good reason to kill you back as well. The truth is… we don’t need much to start all this hate-chain reaction, and after that… it is almost impossible to stop it. We create, then we destroy, we give life, then we take it back. It looks like everything goes in a perfect order according to yin yang philosophy, yet… it doesn’t feel right. Do we even have a choice in all this? …or is it inevitable, and it is just a matter of time, before white switch to black? I honestly don’t know. What I know, is that people waste too much money, effort and time trying to fix the past, when they can do all that… and try to fix the future. “

 

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” Please Come In ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-50 + HD Pentax-DA 35mm F2.8 Limited Macro )

” Somewhere deep in a city, there is an area, nobody visits… All surrounding buildings have been demolished, but this one… was left alone. People say, once you go inside this place, you never come back the same. Nobody believes those stories, right? Me neither, so I have decided to check this mysterious leftovers of a building. The whole thing felt wrong from the very beginning. There were plenty of different warehouses, shops and garages around, but none of them were moderately close to the ruin. The area has been sealed off with a high fence, but I have managed to get inside. All ground entries have been either boarded or walled up, and the ones that haven’t, were leading straight to the basement… Pardon my lack of bravery, but it is not a story of a heroic knight, and certainly… this path did not suit me well. I had to find another way in. After closer examination, I have found a way to get inside. A partially boarded door, was kind enough to let me squeeze in. The moment I got into it, a foul stench hit my nostrils like a hammer. It wasn’t an animal, it was something quite different… I was swiftly making my way between halls and rooms, trying not to make any noise at the same time. It was rather hard to achieve, considering all the rubble and glass lying around. The sun was getting inside, lighting most of the interior, for which I was unbelievably grateful. Unfortunately, my bright yellow friend could not reach some parts of the building, leaving it dark and black like a coal. I was trying to avoid those devilish parts as best as I could, I was only a visitor, I did not want to wake up something unholy here… When I reached a staircase, I took a brief glance downstairs and I wish I hadn’t… The pitch black madness was only a few steps away from my shoes, a cold touch went through my whole body, almost pushing me off balance. I made my way up, quicker than a cat chased by a dog. Once again, I was moving swiftly between different rooms and corridors, exploring everything thoroughly… everything that was in light that is. The paint which was coming off the walls and ceilings, was creating weird shapes and patterns, hanging like venomous creatures, trying to reach you. Soon, I have found an interesting room, full of documents and books of some sort, the musty sweet smell was making me feel sick, but I wanted to know what they are. The moment I opened one of them with my foot, I heard something behind me, something I cannot describe with words. It sounded like a cry of a baby dying or some animal being ripped in half. Needlessly to say, I turned around immediately, not sure what I will see… but I saw nothing. Suddenly, I have lost all the interest in further exploring. I didn’t want to stay in this building any longer, I had captured some photographs and decided it will have to be enough. I was trying to make my way back to the staircase as fast as I could, but the corridors… they looked different… I did not know which turn to take in any of them. After few seconds, or maybe minutes, I wasn’t walking anymore, I was running, trying to find the way out. That sound again, I didn’t know where it came from… I was standing, paralysed by fear, I wanted to move… but my legs were not responding. Again, the howl of something dying in agony, struck me like a thunder, I could move again. I ran and ran, it could be seconds, maybe minutes, but it felt like an eternity before I reached the stairway. I was dashing down, praying that my foot don’t step on some rubble in all this rush, but something far worse has happened… Once again, I was standing frozen, with cold sweat running down my body… The darkness from the basement, was just a few steps down from me… How? I have not even reached the ground floor… I have slowly started moving upstairs again, pushing my back against the wall, shaking… When I got back on the top floor, the sun was not reaching anywhere, anymore… Despite of broken windows and an early afternoon, everything was dimmed and dark, there was nowhere to go… not without going through the complete darkness. I cringed in a corner of the staircase, afraid to take another step. I heard it again… the agony, cry, howl and screaming in pain… but this time, it came from the very next room, the foul stench was present again… I closed my eyes, in hope that it’s only a bad dream, and once I open them, I will wake up in my bed. After a while, I opened them, I was still inside the building, but it all seemed to be back to normal. The sun was shining through the broken windows and I could hear ambient sounds coming from the outside. Without much thinking, I made my way out of the building, as fast as I possibly could. It took me days, before I could ease my mind… After a few weeks, I recalled about the photographs I had taken. I connected my camera, and a threatening chill went down my spine again… There was only one… The one, I did not take… “

 

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” Fading Away ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-50 + HD Pentax-DA 35mm F2.8 Limited Macro )

” With time, everything fades away… Even this metal sign plate, will vanish and turn into a dust one day. There is no stop to it. With each year, letters will shift into unknown rusty patterns, more and more… devoured by the inevitable. The meaning will be lost, the purpose of the existence invalid. Time to go away, give back what was once given. Nothing will survive, it never supposed to. What has been created, will have to be uncreated. What had purpose, must become purposeless. The great big reset button, that keeps us under the control… “

 

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” Reaching The Sky ” by tgchan ( Pentax K-50 + SMC Pentax-DA 50mm F1.8 )

” The Flight of Icarus… Personal over-ambition, which led to a tragic fall… I don’t know about you, but I certainly don’t want to walk on paths of many others. Even if it may mean my tragic fall, I will still try to reach and touch the sky. I don’t want to be like everyone else- I know I am not-, walking safely on a solid and sure ground. I want to close my eyes, trust my logic and instinct, run and finally jump right into something with a hope, that I have found it at last… my destiny. I am not afraid of getting burnt, nor the tragic fall… What I am unbelievably scared of… is being nobody, another meaninglessly walking flesh. I will ! build my wings… and I’m going to reach my destination. “

 

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” Message In A Bottle ” by tgchan ( Fujifilm X100 BLACK Limited Edition )

” I am not sure what to think of this hidden Message In A Bottle… It is kind of unusual isn’t it? A green skull with two horns and a giant hat of some kind …maybe I am just seeing things… Maybe this water wasn’t as fresh as I thought it would be after all… What if this message was real and it supposed to mean something? One thing is sure though… If I suddenly stop sending new photographs, you can assume it was a genuine heads up. “

 

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” Full Moon Chillout ” by tgchan ( Fujifilm X100 BLACK Limited Edition )

” Can there be anything more creepy than a dead man with his dead daughter during a full moon night? Well, technically this is only a monument of their personae but still… kind of spooky isn’t it? Jan Kochanowski was a Polish Renaissance poet. His best known masterpiece is Treny (Threnodies, 1580). It is a series of nineteen elegies upon the death of his beloved two and a half year old daughter Urszula. I guess it pays off to be one of the greatest, you can still chill out and haunt people in a park even after your death… “

 

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” End of the road ” by tgchan ( Fujifilm X100 BLACK Limited Edition )

” Death… the ultimate cure for life. No matter what you do, no matter how rich or famous you are, the colour of your skin, religion, etc., all invalid… you will still end up six feet under like everyone else. Death is the natural course of every living organism and we can’t do nothing about it… at least for now. You can still try living your life in such way that you will be remembered, but does it really matter? You will be still pushing up daisies. So, yes… this is our end of the road and the nature makes sure it disposes us all equally… “

 

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” Winged Pride ” by tgchan ( Fujifilm X100 BLACK Limited Edition )

” Ignorance… How often do we fail because of underestimating, misconceiving  and ignoring the little things…? So frequently dazzled by a simple streak of luck, success, or excitement… We lose the sight of the minor warnings which are just waiting for our lack of attention, to cause the major problems… Nobody wants to fly low in his life… but remember, if you will fly high for too long… you will get burnt. Stay focused, don’t let your guard down, expect the unexpected and always strive for the balance. “

 

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