The Clock
Do you stop and realize that all which you love will be lost? Experience my poem for a nostalgic swim in what stays when everything passes. Poem picture attached
Soliloquy
Soliloquy 2020 50.8cm*76.2cm/ 70cm*100cm/ 50.8cm*76.2cm Oil on CanvasThe cause, the reason is just an imagination after an existing result.“Why put the flower on the floor? Why is it a bunch of flowers instead of one? Why is the flower red? Why choose the Alstroemeria? Why choose the flower? Why……”“Because I don’t have a vase. Because I bought a bunch instead of one. Because I love red. Becau...
Gibberish
Home
202045.7cm*35.6cmOil on Canvas boardHomeStanding in the empty field.Surrounded by the dying straw.I look at the stormy sky,I guess I’m trapped.“There are ways,” you said.Up to the sky.Down beneath the fence.I look at the stormy sky,I think I’m trapped.You blame me for ignoring the ways,but do I really have a choice?I don’t have wings to fly towards the sky.I can’t trick myself to pass thr...
No Rest
I went to sleep so tiredof the world-destroying comfort,cloying like a drumbeat by the ever-looming sun,while the roaring stream and vicious gustsswallow up the I, the We—whispered hoarsely,bloodied by years of repetition.I was met with restless blacknessswaddling me, formless,before falling like a cloakoff the finely muscled shouldersof a naked, gray-skinned giant.He rose, a towering visionof...