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 →
Bathed, it was the dead of the night where everyone had shut off into their reverie where I was here, scoured away the burden that was adhesive to my body for the week. Wreathed in the towel, I leaped gently... 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 →
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.
