When serenity is a gift, Gazing at the treetops swaying in the wind. A blue-spotted butterfly fluttering around that flower. No yesterday, no tomorrow. At the cliff of remembrance and oblivion, All blanketed with dark clouds Without lights and shadow. Only empty blue eyes, No yesterday, no tomorrow. The same blue-spotted butterfly. Flowers bloom and [...]

2021 Poetry from my back garden Poetry from My Back Garden’ a series inspired by my own back garden. Little by little, I learn about the tress, the light, and the seasons. Every day, there are changes in this small garden. To wait for the roses to bloom is a precious time. I enjoy watching [...]

2020 Resonance of Memories Walking in the dark with only starlight guiding the way toward the mountaintop of memories where strange sounds echoed from afar sounds of collected memories. sounds from the distance past sounds of abandoned feelings I listen to those sounds, awaiting the arrival of the sun present moment slowly unveiled days and [...]

I walk amongst darkness with only light from the stars to guide me. Heading towards the top of the mountain of memories, where strange sounds echoed in the distance. It’s the sounds of old memories, the sounds of former days, the sounds of what I used to feel. I listen carefully to those sounds while [...]

Tears dried as dust; Stilted in the heart. Silently still; Enduring. As if the pair of eyes will hold grudges to eternity. Each of us trapped in the cage of rage. Where forgiveness is the only key.

Despite good or bad situations that happened to life, my breath was still in and out regularly. Happiness and sadness, past and present, they passed from my heart through arms and finally the hands, as drawing on the canvas. The lining were drawn slowly and repeatedly with smooth movement into directions just like they are [...]

Tomorrow…you said I shall wait till tomorrow. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow…. But there never be tomorrow

Apology longingly yearns for forgiveness…all I could do is accept my sole mistake and anxiously wait. To unclutter a cluttered mind is to untangle complicated knots with time, consciousness, and concentration. In the end…life may descend to the root of all sadness

When I let my emotions rule over reason, I become tired and confused. This affects me and the people around me. I want to rest in order to think and return to a state of tranquility. I would begin with drawing some lines, very slowly, like weaving. The continuous and repetitious draw of lines creates [...]

In the noiselessness of the night, I could hear voices clearer. Those are the time I spend with myself, going back to stories of the day. Those are the time I feel calm and relaxed.

Trees, flowers, wall fan, shadow of the afternoon light – in pictures we took together – as memento of the beautiful time that was over. These pictures are like time machine, taking me back to the morning with breezy wind.

When I was young, my mother loved to read and I always took her books to read by myself. At that time, I was too young to understand them. But I read because they were her books. When I grew up, I love to read like her. One day, I found that she brought my [...]

I fell in love easily. Delighted and elated in those hours. Often, emptiness ran over without premonition, no forewarning. And so I would run away from those relationships I had built, times after times. But when it’s over, I would still have nightmares of ex-lovers. Those frights made me question what exactly is love. Maybe [...]

Everyday, I collected yellow flowers from the ground and dried them. I kept doing that until the dried flowers filled the box – the box that keeps my sad and happy memories which cannot be returned.

Inspired by a man whose hair curls as waves in the sea; He made me feel as if being in a lightless space, wonderful and inviting yet obscured with doubt. I entered deeper to search for what is inside the darkness.

In a dream beyond time, a fragile white flower drifted in the vast darkness. Graceful as a poem. When I woke up, the dream was as lucid as reality. And that was the onset of my art creation based on my impression.