Spreading joy,not bound by dreams.
Stay pure and true to yourself, and don't stop creating. Work in any medium at hand, willing to practice, but not to repeat myself. Strive to overcome the bottlenecks in each painting to convey joy and relaxation without being bound by dreams.
A Raw Artist
Recent Artworks
The Most Beautiful Train
In the misty rain, we stood waiting for the train. Without umbrellas, we stood on each other's waterproof islands. The houses we pass by are like a piece of sticky note paper, recording the unchanging relationship. With love and light, it was as if we were already in the beautiful forest we longed for. That is memory, and that is eternity.
The Black and White of Deep Sea World
At the end of the dive, as he was enjoying his swim, Red realized that there were many other colors in between the black and white. He was a bit dizzy and tried to find the black and white, but the more he swam, the more colors he found. I wish I could go back to the beginning. Siu Hong sighs softly and spits out many colorful bubbles.
Cry Out Bravely
On the way to the ideal country, the girl's hair grows longer and longer, and she faces more and more difficulties. She cries out bravely and collects every tear in a bottle to irrigate the imaginary plants in her dreamland, expecting them to grow into real trees.
Delight
I love to talk to you in the warm and cold, to catch the birds of hope, to listen to the bears, to look for the light, to be glad that we live in the mountains, where the forests cover us.
Flying Off
Light or heavy? Is it real or not? Surrounded by fragrance, the insects and birds asked many questions, exchanged opinions about the garden, and offered their love, a light, subtle love.
The Key
“I got this key for a broken tooth,” said the grandmother, ”never run too fast, remember.” The girl didn't understand, but just kept running. “It's going to rain soon, and the animals need to find shelter, so let's just run! She thought to herself as she looked at the dark sky.
The Most Beautiful Train
In the misty rain, we stood waiting for the train. Without umbrellas, we stood on each other's waterproof islands. The houses we pass by are like a piece of sticky note paper, recording the unchanging relationship. With love and light, it was as if we were already in the beautiful forest we longed for. That is memory, and that is eternity.
My Carrot
That's not my carrot! said the rabbit, and decided to let it go. Unexpectedly, all of his friends reached out and showed great interest in the strange carrot. I'm sure it's not mine, thought the rabbit.
A Cat and a Cloud Outside Window
Why does a small cloud turn into a big rain? The cat sits like a stone statue in front of the window and still can't figure it out.
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