Part 1 of My Children Picture Book......

These are some of the sketches on the characters in my Children Picture Book.

Yes, it looks like I am almost done but there are still a lot more to work on....the cover, the text, the final look and design of the book, etc, etc. Sometimes I asked myself 'Can I ever finish it?'.

Oh, the story is written by Maybeline Tan (my sister); she has to draft and re-write the story many many times.....

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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...

Just One Last Painting

Just one last piece of painting before the end of 2019. This piece was painted with a digital medium Procreate. I cannot deny painting using a digital medium is so much easier and faster. However as an art educator, I strongly encourage all beginners to begin their art training using only the traditional medium.

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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