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$500.00
“Harmony lives in the fleeting beauty of ordinary life.
珍惜平凡。”
oil on canvas
31x41cm
In a few weeks, everything would change. Doors would close, windows would shut, and the time would stop. But on that bright, beautiful morning, no one knew.
The boats lounged at the pier. The sea glistened under the wan morning light. A breeze blew, carrying with it the scent of sea salt and warmth.
It was another quiet morning at the pier. Fishermen worked their nets, children slept, and neighbours strolled slowly about.
Looking back, this was the last ordinary morning for a long time. The last one before masks, silence and separation.
A seagull chirped. No one would know that the view that they had taken for granted would become a precious luxury in a few weeks.
But for now, everything was in peace.
Harmony.
Harmony lives in the everyday – the first light of morning, in routine, in the calm before change. To embrace harmony is to hold these ordinary moments close, to find balance and gratitude in what is often overlooked.
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$1,300.00
“Endurance of spirit, etched in history and legacy.
岁月流转，精神长存。”
oil on canvas
51x 61cm
She was a relic of the past, no doubt. She had lived through decades – but still, each morning, the world found a way to surprise her.
Once, she watched the proud Peranakan families of the Straits, with the air fresh with the scent of fragrantly spiced nyonya dishes. Children, crisply dressed, spilled out from the newly erected schools along the road. The tinkle of laughter was a common sound to her, but also the shadows - the days of secret societies, whispered deals, and police raids that left the streets uneasy.
As the years passed, she watched with growing curiosity and wonder as the world around her became modernized. Renovated, polished and preserved. The rowdy symphony of the old world softened into a quaint, cultured charm.
She thought she had seen it all. Yet the world kept growing, from bicycles to cars, from the gravelly streets to tree-lined sidewalks.
Now when people saw her, they would marvel at her elegant façade, capturing her tiles glazed with Peranakan details and European style archways on their digital cameras.
She glowed with pride, and not without a little nostalgia.
The world had changed, but she remained – watching, remembering. A witness to history, a vessel of stories.
History and life often share the same rhythm – both are marked by change, but yet are rooted in heritage and memory. This is both a tribute to Singapore’s heritage and the human spirit – the strength to adapt, to remember, and to remain across the test of time.
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$1,300.00
“Where the ordinary becomes eternal.
一念入梦。“
oil on canvas
51x61cm
He hadn’t planned to go far – just a quiet morning’s row, a way to ease the mind. The mist hung heavy over the water, soft as breath. But as the river curved, the world seemed to change.
The air shimmered faintly. Trees leaned closer, their reflections trembling like liquid glass. He thought he heard music – or maybe it was only the melody of the wind. Then, as if guided by something unseen, he entered a bay he had never noticed before.
The light there was unlike any he’d known – gold melting into rose, rippling like silk across the waves. Time slowed, then stilled. The scent of salt and moss wrapped around him, and for a moment he forgot everything – the sounds of the city, the endless errands of living – all faded, as though they belonged to another lifetime.
He felt no fear. Only awe. The world, vast and eternal, breathed through him. He was no longer man or wanderer, but part of something much more infinite – a whisper in the rhythm of wind and tide.
When he finally drifted back, the mist had thickened. The bay was gone, leaving no trace of its existence. And yet, deep inside, he knew – he had not imagined it.
For in that brief crossing, he had glimpsed the eternity of the universe – and found peace in being part of it.
In Reverie, memory and dream converge – and through that veil, the ordinary becomes eternal. This work is a quiet fable about transcendence: the fleeting, magical moment when we step beyond ourselves – not to escape, but to awaken.
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$600.00
“The trembling joy of firsts.
记忆随风升起，童心仍在天际。“
oil on canvas
36x46cm
Kite flying was always a family ritual – a gaggle of us trooping towards the park, colourful canvases in hand, giggling and laughing. With the sweet wind in our hair, sunlight on our faces, our feet against the emerald green grass, we released our colours into the cotton candy sky.
I was always too young to join in, watching enviously from the sidelines, wondering what the excitement was all about. And finally, on that dreamy afternoon, I was about to find out.
Someone – maybe my father, or my brother – knelt beside me, his hands guiding mine around the reel. “Wait for the wind”, he said. I remember squinting into the glare, the thread cutting softly against my palms, the kite trembling like it could sense my heartbeat.
Then – a gust, sudden and strong. It surged upward, taking the string with it, and I almost stumbled. Laughter erupted around me as the kite caught the sky, fluttering and steadying itself all at once. For a moment, I thought I was flying with it – breath held, heart racing, utterly alive.
Over the years, I’ve flown countless kites since. The motions come easily now, the familiar rhythm of pull and release.
But try as I might, I could never recreate that same trembling rush of joy, that small miracle of flight, that quiet pride of holding on for the first time.
That feeling lives somewhere beyond reach – in the soft folds of memory, in the quiet country of dreams – where time drifts, and the child in me still runs beneath a sky of colour.
Reverie drifts between waking and memory – the soft space where moments are half-remembered, yet felt completely. This painting captures that space of wonder: the trembling joy of a first experience, suspended forever in time.
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$1,200.00
“Endurance in nature’s quiet resilience and persistence.
山河无声，自有永恒。”
oil on canvas
46x61cm
The river meanders gently along the shore, gleaming with sunlight and moonlight.
For thousands of years, it nourished life. It provided fresh water to drink for the population living near it. Along its banks, crops thrived in the sun, fed by the steady current.
If you looked closely, you could even see rainbow-coloured schools of fish, of all kinds, swimming underneath the clear surface. Fishermen cast their nets with quiet reverence, drawing from the river’s bounty. Boats glided along its length, carrying dreams and goods between distant lands, with the river offering safe passage and sustenance without complaint.
Beside it, stood the rocks, equally quiet, firm and unshaken.
Then came the pollution. Factories rose along the banks. Wastewater, oil and chemical sludge poured into the clear, glistening water. Once a mirror of the sky, the river grew dark and cloudy. Plastic bottles drifted where fish once swam.
The river, once a source of life, now bore the weight of human neglect.
Still, the river flowed. Enduring through the seasons, scorching summers and harsh winters, the relentless march of industrialization, large scale efforts to clean it up.
And beside it, the rocks remained – witnesses of change and sentinels of memory. They guarded the unwavering beauty of the river. A reminder that even in loss, nature endures – and waits, patiently – for its return.
Among all things, nature endures most. Despite human neglect, pollution and waste, nature still persists. This is a tribute: to the resilience of rivers, to the strength of landscapes, and a reminder for us that the endurance of the earth is inseparable from our own.
