When I was 15, I took up martial arts. It was around this time that I first encountered a martial art called Silat from southeast Asia, more specifically Malaysia and Indonesia.
I trained some Silat here in Glasgow, and loved the uniqueness of the art and the inventiveness. I also loved the weapons, not because Im violent! But because the weapons were beautifully crafted and were part of a highly sophisticated art and means of self defence.
To cut a long story short, when I was in Malaysia I was looking at buying one of these traditional weapons. In particular, one called a Keris, or Kriss.
It is quite a unique weapon! It comes in varying lengths, and some variations of it have a wavy undulating blade. The unique shape of the blade has symbolic meaning, the keris itself being a spiritual object. The roots of the Keris can be traced back to the island of Java. Today the Keris still has great symbolic meaning where it is used in official government ceremonies etc. I would talk more about it but hey! Back to the point.
My point being: I never bought a Keris while I was in Malaysia. But today, I recieved a parcel in the mail. It was from my wonderful girlfriend Rebecca, who sent me a real Keris as a gift, to celebrate a year of being together. Wow! She is such an amazing girl. She even bought me a real bull whip (Im an Indiana Jones fan! Nothing else ok?) for my birthday once. So I dedicate this drawing and post to Rebecca, thank you for everything, your the best, and I love the Keris! Ive named it after you :D Love ya x
Oh and my drawing is of a Malay Silat practitioner, holding a Keris. Its not finsihed yet, still in progress! And below is a photo of my very own Keris! Wow! Im so happy! haha :D
Anyhoo, enough for now. I would hug my knife to sleep, but it might poke me in the eye.