Remembering My Art Teacher

I am feeling mixed emotions today. Last night I just found out that one of my teachers has passed away in October last year. I am somewhat lost for words. I took art lessons from both she and her husband. I remain indebted to both of them for teaching me, for helping me see – as an artist.

She’s an inspiration to me. I wish I knew about her passing. If not for this couple, none of my artworks would’ve had the chance to be displayed at the state art gallery.

I am still in shock and still can’t believe she’s gone.


Inspired by the Creator

I’m just a simple person. Someone once asked me how I planned what to draw/paint. To me, it’s simple. I just look at God’s wonderful creation. When I see emergence of the sunlight pushing away the darkness, I just get inspired and naturally I want to copy the Creator. I seek God to give me ideas because He is God after all. Just spend some time observing the sunrise tomorrow and the day after. It’s not the same.


A Million Pieces

For the rest of my life I will remember today as the day my heart was broken into a million pieces. Only the people closest are able to say words that pierce right into one’s heart. 

I can’t believe I had to defend my artwork. Never mind the fact that it took me weeks to finish that piece and a lot of inspiration to bring it out from my heart, and on to the canvas; and the passion burning in my heart when I was working on that piece. I can’t believe they refused to accept the truth that the picture I painted is a church in Santorini. They insist that it’s a grave. Just because they think it looks like a grave, it is a grave? Hello? What about the role of the artist as the creator? How can they tell the ‘creator’ that her creation is what they perceive it to be… Especially when it’s been created as a church. 

I don’t care if they hate that artwork or if they tell me it looks ugly but I’m very heartbroken to have to defend my creation…that it is what I created it to be. 

I was going to participate in this year’s exhibition but I don’t think I have the mood to do another piece. Who knows, they may insist that a golden brownish flower is dead leaf. 

Awkward Moment

Have you had an awkward moment? Mine was when a young boy who was going around the different tables getting autographs from the artists. Felt a bit awkward to sign for him. And here I am, hoping to get autographs from my favourite artists (those that do not paint…)

I signed my name differently because I didn’t want it to be the same as my signatures in the documents at the workplace.