allowing my random illustrations to invade my workspace...

One of the thing that I have always wanted to do is to fill the wall at my workspace with illustrations I did randomly over the years.

These illustrations are deliberately cut-out and pasted overlapping each other on the wall.

Like a virtual visual diary of mine coming to life.

Also an opportunity to showcase my works without having to pay for the high rental; and no need to beg the arts council for any funding...

Comments

Anonymous said…

I want to inherit all your artpieces one day ok.

9:37 PM

I am devoting my time working on my first Children Picture Book... this is how it will look like.

34th Weeks

Pregnancy is both a tiring and rewarding journey. I drew this mother at 34 weeks pregnant and she had a tough pregnancy experience. When she saw this final piece, she commented on how I had accurately detailed her state of energy at that point. She was both physically and mentally exhausted from the pregnancy as show from her expression and posture. At the same time, she revelled in the gift of her baby and she wanted to connect with her baby with one hand across her belly to let him know that despite all the challenges, he’s safe, wanted and loved.

Father

How do I describe my feeling for those final moments I spent with my father in hospice? The constant feeling of doubts and unknown what was going to happen. The many sleepless nights and moments of waiting, lots of reflection, thinking, feeling his struggles and pain. Fear of loosing him yet, knowing that letting him go is the best for him. I was grieving even before he was gone. The last two weeks in the hospice was probably the most precious moment I had spent with my father. I remembered the last time we were alone with minimal or no conversation was when he drove me to school everyday. That was between 1989 to 1991. We were feeling comfortable in quiet moments, simply enjoying each other presence. There was no need for conversation. That was the exact word he said to me about ten days before he passed away. He apologized for not being able to engage in a conversation with me, yet he appreciated the quiet times alone with me. He said he liked it, that I was there with him was more t...

My Visual Diary...

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