Translation: The splitting rock, the closing rock.
Another entry for the scholarship. I'm currently touching it up in photoshop. Done in pencil and ink. mostly ink though I suppose.
If anyone's interested, I'll tell the story behind the image. It's based on a Malay folktale. It's of a widow and her two children. The mother would work hard at several jobs everyday, she would work in both a field and as a fisherwomen to support her fairly young children as best as she could. One morning, while fishing, she catches a tembakul fish (local river fish). She of course is really happy, and fantasizes all day about eating the fish with her children for dinner. At noon, she goes home and starts to clean the fish, and is even happier when she realises that there is fish roe inside. Fish roe back then was very very expensive and was a delicacy, one that poor people like herself would very rarely be able to enjoy. She happily fries it before she goes to work in the fields and cuts it into three equal parts, one for her older daughter, one for her young son, and the other for herself. As she heads out the door, she tells her children that they may each have their portion, but she asked them to leave her one of the pieces to eat when she came home. She spent the entire evening at the field thinking of eating the roe. When she came home, she finds all three portions eaten. Her daughter explained to her that she and her brother had both eaten their portions, but after finishing his, her brother demanded the other portion and threw a horrible tantrum when her sister said no, and that he had taken the piece anyway. The mother was so devestated that she didn't say anything and just went to bed. That night she was kept awake by the calling of the batu belah batu bertangkup, the eater of suicides. She heard the rock calling her, saying "You never managed to eat your roe because as much as you desired it, it never desired to be eaten by you. This is the way of the world: what we desire to touch have no desire to be touched by us. But I am your death and I have longed for you since you were born. And now all I ask for is that you have the same longing for me." She then snaps and runs to the rock. Her daughter, hearing the commotion of her mother storming out of the house, wakes up her brother and they try to chase her down. They called out after their mother, but it was no use, the voice of the rock drowned out everything else. The mother stopped only once on her way to the rock, and just long enough for her children to catch sight of her, right in front of it, where she made a funnel and filled it with her breast milk for her young son. As she did so, the rock split, and beckoned her to enter. She left the funnel on the floor and fled deep into the rock.
PLEASE COMMENT!!!!! Any helpful tips or anything would be very very much appreciated. and a full view would be nice too ^_^. If you have any questions about the story too, just ask, it really is quite sad, but very interesting. there is also an old Malay movie based on it. Also, The rock is actually a real rock (whether it actually it's people is something else though) and is located in Negeri Sembilan, or like, maybe an hour or two outside Kuala Lumpur.