"Let's meet at the JR station at Shinjuku around 11 a.m." we agreed upon text as I had the morning free to myself. I took the train to Kudanshita with the motive to visit the calligraphy store that had one... Continue Reading →
Three bows, the third one was the longest bow that I gave to anyone ever. I was holding back my tears, gasping for air as to how much my bow would mean for my calligraphy teacher- 王老师. He had passed... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Four years ago, I dropped something of utmost importance. Today, I picked it up again, and the incessant waves of regrets drowned me. If I could rewrite one part of my past, then it would be urging my younger self... Continue Reading →
I was excited, more than that, going out with a girl for the second time, technically not, just for a calligraphy competition, nothing much. Morning 6.30 was our appointed time, I reached her home at 7, half an hour late... Continue Reading →
A hunch, an inexplicable push, and here I was after four long years. The rustic smell of the Chinese ink promulgated in the air, tinting it with the traditional feel from the distant past.
Returning to writing Chinese calligraphy after four long years. This is quaint, almost feeling like I am back home. Feels, regrets, but no turning my back against calligraphy anymore.
