When I thought drawing jellies was fun. It kinda was.
Queen of the Night
She blooms at midnight and withers at dawn.
There are feelings that cannot be put into words.
aka “red spider lilies”. My personal favorite name of this flower is its Japanese name, “higanbana”. It is considered the flower of death, loss, longing, abandonment, and lost memories in Japan.
aka “skeleton flowers”. While they are normally white, they turn transparent when wet, and back to white as they dry up.
SHINee’s Jonghyun wrote quite a beautiful, yet sad song inspired by this flower.
Since I provided the Japanese name for its companion piece, this flower is called “sankayou” in Japan.
Minister's Tree House
The Minister’s Tree House in Tennessee is one of the largest tree houses in the United States.
The one left behind.
They said when the wind chimes make sound despite there having no wind, there might be a spiritual being nearby.
The end. The standstill. The beginning.
Together they make The Loop.
At least that's how I see it.
So, in Vietnam, where I'm from, we have a lot of old and run-down apartment buildings. Like, dangerous-to-live-in kind of run-down.
There are still people living there, though. People that have lived there for decades. People that have just moved in. Units that have been housing generations of families. Shops that welcome people of all ages. One way or another, lives go on in those old, run-down apartment buildings.
The government has plans to tear them down, though. Claiming they are too dangerous to live in, which, sadly, is true. And it's sad to know that, maybe one day when I come back, they might have already been gone.
Fine, they are old, creepy, messy, but they have memories to keep and stories to tell. They bear witness to a time long gone, to lives and people that used to be there and don't anymore. To see all that going down with the building, it's gonna be sad, sad, sad.
I don't grow up in apartment buildings, but that doesn't matter, because you don't need to live in one to fall in love with them. All the beauty, all the memories and stories, I hope to honor and preserve them, to carry a tiny bit of that from the past, to the present, and into the future.
A Way In
A Dead End
Tropical Land Specialty
Because of all those ACs. Because of how blazing hot it could get over there. This is in Singapore, by the way.
And Darkness Claimed Them
About two months ago, when 2018 was just around the corner, a young singer committed suicide from depression.
I knew about him when I was still in middle school. I listened to his music, and I enjoyed them. He was not my favorite, but he had been a part of my adolescence. A very small part, but still, a part.
It had been a huge shock. Like, the day suddenly turned grim in an instant.
That was when I truly, really, finally knew how deadly depression was. Too late. But I wouldn't have been able to stop him anyway, and I doubted anyone could. Everyone, close to him or not, had all been too late.
I had created this image out of regret. And I don't want to have to do it again.
Let them know you care. Don't wait for too long. Don't wait til darkness claim them.
Reportage: The Green Line
I have been in Boston for a few years, and since driving is terrible here, I rely heavily on the subway - the T - to move around. So, when a chance to work on a reportage project about Boston came, the first thing that came to my mind was the old, sad excuse of a subway that is called the Green Line. There are only 2 for now, but more to come, hopefully.
The Old Green Line
When I had some free time and was really feeling like drawing some delicate leafy things.