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“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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$1,200.00
“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.
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$1,080.00
“Endurance in the return of beauty, strength and dignity after battle.
战痕犹在，花开依旧。”
oil on canvas
51x51cm
The war horse trudged through the field of daisies - weary but proud.
He had seen many battles. Felt the weight of history on its back.
The clash of metal, the thunder of drums, and the silence that loomed after the storm. Scars formed a silver web on its dark hide, each one an echo of horrors he would never forget.
But now, surrounded by soft petals and golden light, he walked not to conquer, but to remember.
Children tinkled in the fields, their laughter like merry windchimes. A bell rang faintly from the village road. And somewhere, a faint melody drifted across the fields.
The horse trudged on. Each step stirred up a quiet flurry of crimson dust. The daisies, once trampled by the march of time, had finally bloomed again.
Endurance is not only about conquering, but also life after the battle – when healing softens the scars and the flowers bloom again. It is the quiet, healing strength that carries on, restoring dignity, memory and hope across time.
