When the first wave of summer heat came in June, I set out alone to meet the Sun I wanted to see how faraway the horizon stretched I wanted to know how tall maples and pines grew I drank gushes of exuberant

Peace is depicted by the lush green of May overflowing from a distant field into the tender heart of Spring

The scent of gardenia sneaked out from shadows collided with my morning ramble and spilled joy all-over my leafy garden of May

Single persons are easily misunderstood and misjudged because people assume the reason that they are single is because they cannot get along, and getting along equals virtue.

This is so true! I am having a big problem with my relationship because of this problem. I might not be perfect but I am willing to learn. I only my partner can understand this so we could be in the same

Something might look simple but they may be not, so we must deal with them with complex strategies; something are truly complex but due to their inner coherence we can (or even better to) cope them with

“The physical union of a man and a woman, in essence, is a supernatural act, a reminiscence of paradise, the most beautiful of all the hymns of praise dedicated to the Creator by the creature; it is the

The February sky is opaque, like a piece of frayed canvas, stretched silently behind an old stone bridge— underneath, weeping water runs for centuries

With high expectation I watched "Phantom Thread", and finished it with disappointment. I expected a deeper, more twisting and inspiring story, but all I got at the end was just a relatively plain

18x14, oil on canvas.

I suppose many humans' opinions/judgments can be understood in different ways, i.e., "expecting too much from others". When someone received such "criticism" there could be (at least)

pastel on paper, 11x14. A portrait I did years ago.

A seashell is not from the ocean but the heart of tender flesh bleeding from the slightest cut of love

16x12, oil on canvas This is the second painting I made with palette knife. The location is the same as the first one. I enjoyed working with the atmosphere, the texture of trees, the water, etc. Since

I don't play tennis but I am Federer's fan. Yesterday I was thrilled to know that he won his 20th grand slam title in Australian Open. Having missed the match, I watched video from youtube and once again

Once upon a time a few headless creatures suddenly started pondering life with their weightless bodies dangling in the air days and nights... That's how the IDEA was born— pushed out of womb by curiosity

I just read a Chinese parable another day. It says an old man was asked which one is more important, the Sun or the Moon. The old man thought for a long while and answered "the Moon".

Acrylic on canvas paper, 12x9. A small painting I made years ago. I was fascinated by the beauty of woods created by random elements - leaves, branches, huts, and lighting. One of my favorite acrylic

acrylic on canvas board, 16x12.

I've been quite enthusiastic about 9/11 truth. Recently I "discovered" Judy Wood and her book "Where Did The Towers Go". I haven't read her book yet but I watched several youtube videos.