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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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2500 words

What a week it had been, it was a crazy but fun idea to be 'mass producing' what I love- I wrote around 2500 Chinese calligraphy words in a week. That was exhilarating, a fantastic experience. My work load was... Continue Reading →

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The Price of Art

Art is a form of expression of our inner-most feelings, the conscious ones as well as those unconscious ones. It is credence to say everything that we do involves a little more of art than we have imagined. When we... Continue Reading →

Completing A Portrait

At the start of November, I attempted to do 水墨画 (shui mo hua) using her, Hsiao, as a model. I did not ask for her permission or whatsoever, I wanted to give the portrait to her as soon as I... Continue Reading →

Gift

My heart was pounding anxiously against my chest, I was sweating profusely although it was the winter. Quivering, shaking, I needed to calm myself down, or else screwing up would be premeditated. I stood singularly in front of her door,... Continue Reading →

catharsis #4

time and time time is ticking rushing, pulsating, blurry. the rush is prominent in my veins how long can it last? a subjective question the previous one lasted for a year or so hopefully this will last for a lifetime... Continue Reading →

Catharsis… #3

hi... a week before you were adamant for a change you were hungry you were desperate where did all of those go? you were cleansed by your tears you were changed by you heart what have you become? i... i... Continue Reading →

Shoot For The Stars

Countless Endless The stars that streak Across the dark skies. Possibilities Chances Makes our future An infinite spectrum. Look see Look see Breathes new life Brews new wine. Conformity Banality Sucking the very life Out of our very soul. Tomorrow... Continue Reading →

Close Your Eyes

Standing in the vicinity where Mr. Thomas was doing his painting, I never knew what his next brush would be, it could be a stroke that awakens a capture from nature; a dab that dabbles over the skies; a smudge... Continue Reading →

Talk Too Much.

Looking at you, Making me wonder, How much I don't know, And want to know about you. It is inevitable, You are painted Across my mind, Throughout the days. I could not get you Out of my mind, Perhaps, you... Continue Reading →

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