Saturday, 23 July 2016

Project Happiness

While I was away in my own little island, I tried my best not to wander off too much from my usual routines. I didn't want my family to think there was anything wrong and I knew confining myself into my studio would bring up all sorts of questions that I wouldn't be able to answer. After all, taking a break from the world doesn't necessarily mean you have to cut yourself off from the ones you love. So I carried on with my life. Took care of the kids, did the chores, even let myself work every now and then.

Here is one of the projects that actually kept me happy...

As a little girl, I grew up adoring Pooh and his friends. I remember having all kinds of collectible items in my possession...dolls, books, figurines, clothes, name it, I probably got it! So you can imagine how thrilled I was when I was asked to work on this special commission. To recreate the whole gang in their original classic style, from scratch. All the long hours and hard labor really paid off when I finally got them all gathered up for their group shot. Now, don't they look cute? :)

I'm glad that I decided to keep my hands busy during my troubled period. It can be lonely up there in my head, and working on these guys brought back some wonderful childhood memories. I'm so thankful mine was a happy one.


Sunday, 17 July 2016

Still Here

It's been almost a year since my last post. I have no bizarre excuse or extraordinary story to explain my absence. Just the urgent need to step back and rethink my purposes in life. Never an easy thing to do, but I knew it was the only way to keep going. When you find yourself constantly questioning the world and the people in it, you are bound to question your own thoughts and actions. It wasn't pretty, and I must admit I still struggle with the answers I found. But here I am, moving on.

The months went by very slowly on hard days, but I found that some days were quite easy to get through when I tried doing things that I enjoyed the most. Exploring new areas and stepping outside of my comfort zone...


So you see, I haven't all together broken down and disappeared into thin air. I'm thankful to many of you who have taken the time to send me messages, asking how I was. You truly are such wonderful friends.

Yes, I was troubled in a way. Something has put an abrupt halt to my pace and taken me to a place where I could view my life from afar. I am grateful for this intervention. Now I can see everything in better perspectives and carry on with a new light on life. So please, stick around, dear friends. Expect more great times here in my happy place. I'll do the best I can to bring them back to you. :)

Much love,

Sunday, 15 November 2015

A Gift of Gold

Humanity is flawed. In so many ways and on so many levels. My mind continues to wonder about our true nature as humans and the purpose of our existence each time I watch the news, or when I read the latest updates on all the recent catastrophes that have colored our world red. What has happened to us? Do we even deserve to be called humans?

We have known wars since the very beginning of time. Some were born into it, others are still living it today. It's so ironic to see how one side of the world can stroll along the streets in glorious freedom while the other side hides under ruins, praying for the tiniest ray of sunlight. I don't think I can imagine living with such tremendous fear, not knowing if there would even be a tomorrow.

Sometimes I look around and feel thankful that my life is still blessed with love and peace surrounding me. That my children are safe under our roof, living the days as children should be. Their minds and hearts still pure, untainted by the hatred and cruelty we see so much in this world today. As mothers, it is our natural instinct to protect our children from harm. But what can we do about the dark shadow that overcasts their future?

I realize that the best thing I am able to do now is to shape my children into the true human beings they are meant to be.To teach them love, respect and compassion that I believe will help them build a better world for us one day. To make sure they understand that kindness and forgiveness can go miles away, even when you see nothing but anger all around you. Faith may seem scarce, but it is never gone completely.

I do agree that we all deserve the right to speak our mind, no matter how bewildering it may sound to others. But without respect or compassion, our voice will remain as merely, our own voice. One that only ourselves would understand. It is within our choice to act as the intelligent beings we claim to be, to create peace that our kind so desperately hunger for.

Yes, humanity is flawed. In ways that could wipe away hope altogether from our hearts. What kind of world are we leaving our children with, when all we do is see ourselves but not others? So close your eyes and listen. Faith is still there, even if you only hear it in a whisper. It is the one gift that we have for our children, to justify our purpose of existence, as one.

My hand to yours,

Artwork title: A Gift of Gold (an original acrylic painting).