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$900.00
“Harmony in the rhythm of change, and the quiet grace of new beginnings.
随季而安，万物自新。”
oil on canvas
46x46cm
Every year, when leaves unfurled, frozen edges thawed, and it turned spring, the birds would rouse from their nests and gather. First borne out of survival instinct, it was now a time-honoured tradition – the welcoming of a new year.
The elders flew ahead, scouting for safe havens. The younger ones trailed behind, learning the rhythms of the land, flowing with the cycle of sun, seed and soil. And once a good spot was found – with grain, sun and peace, they’d stay, if only for a moment.
This year, the youngest among them found it first: a humble kitchen in an old shophouse, its wooden window left open to the cool morning breeze. In the glow of the first sunlight, someone had left a scoop of golden soybeans - a small gift in honour of the renewal of the season.
An unexpected delight.
The bird took only what it needed. And in that humble offering, a quiet blessing was exchanged – another year of harvest, harmony and abundance for them all.
Gratitude for the grace of spring’s arrival.
In the flow of the seasons, we learn to accept change without fear – to release the old and welcome the new. To live in harmony is to move in step with nature’s rhythm, finding peace in the certainty of new beginnings.
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$900.00
“Harmony flows in the embrace of growth, anchored by our deepest truths.
水流不息。”
oil on canvas
51x51cm
The soft porcelain surface -
dreams, wishes and memories swimming in its curve.
As the current of time passes, five remain.
Four leap outwards, chasing the shimmer of waves;
One lingers, floating, watching.
Some carried forth as unspoken hopes,
others kept close as memory.
The delicate balance of harmony -
a cradle for becoming.
九鱼之中，五中四外，寓意愿望有留有往；
跃出的是未来，留下的是思念；
鱼不停游，愿不曾止。
Being in harmony with ourself is a lifelong dialogue between holding on and letting go. In becoming who we are, some parts of us leap forward into the unknown – whether it is in the form of new dreams, shedding old limitations, or growth - while others remain, anchoring us to our history and dreams. The balance is not about choosing one over the other, but about letting both shape us.
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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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$780.00
“Harmony blooms from our roots and family, passed down in tradition.
莲花含苞环绕，仿佛一场静谧盛宴。寓意和谐安宁，福气绵长。”
oil on canvas
46x51cm
There’s something about lotus seeds that always fills her with excitement.
Every Lunar New Year, her mother would make her signature lotus seed soup – rich, sweet, and fragrant. She would peel, rinse, boil, stir – a ritual as steady as the seasons - until the scent of lotus wove itself through the kitchen, signalling that long awaited reunion dinner was near.
The scent of lotus is as vivid as those memories – laughter over round tables, sound of chopsticks clinking, tiles shuffling on the mahjong table, murmur of voices growing louder as the night deepened. Generations gathered around to share joy and responsibility in a celebration for the turn of a new year and a prosperous start ahead.
The lotus isn’t just a flower, nor are its seeds just food. It is a symbol of harmony as well as resilience.
May we never forget where we came from – and may we always keep a place for one another at the table.
Harmony is the presence of belonging. In family traditions and shared rituals, we inherit both love and resilience – a harmony passed down, reminding us that we are never alone.
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$220.00
“Harmony is found when we return to our truest, deepest selves.
一只空瓶，回望初心。”
oil on canvas
31x31cm
I stood there – proud, glistening, gleaming. Everyone gathered close, their eyes fixed on me, as though I were a relic of magic, or a star they had waited their whole lives to see.
Their faces told the story – wide-eyed wonder, quiet longing, disbelief tinged with reluctant hope.
Could a bottle really awaken your forgotten dreams?
They said if you whispered your first dreams – the one you had before life grew heavy with responsibility and doubt – I would stir it awake. The long-lost feeling of joy, of passion, of wonder.
And in that moment, you’d remember. The happiness that once made your eyes light up. The ache of yearning that you’d feel when you were parted from it. The fire that set your heart racing.
Because harmony isn’t just peace. It is also reconnecting with yourself – and to carry that truth with you, quietly but steadfastly, through the course of life.
So tell me –
What would you whisper to the bottle?
Harmony begins within us – when we reconnect with who we truly are. We spend years chasing and striving, yet the truest parts of ourselves never disappear. When we remember who we are, the fragments of longing gather, and we become whole once more.
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$900.00
“Harmony ripens in the quiet rituals and steadfast companionship of love.
热带风情，细水长流。”
oil on canvas
51x51cm
Ah Ma always came home with rambutans. A whole bunch – red, ripe and hairy – tied up with twine. She’d drop them into a big porcelain bowl on the kitchen counter, pluck a few, and eat it by the window, looking out. None of her children ever knew why – until much later.
It was Ah Gong. She said he never brought flowers, but he’d come back from the market on Rambutan Road with fruit so fresh the stems were still damp. The first time, she scolded him for spending money. The second time, she peeled one for him without a word.
That became their rhythm. Evenings under the frangipani tree after dinner, the air thick with the scent of night blooms. The radio playing the famous Hokkien songs of the day, cicadas humming in the dark. He always saved the last piece of rambutan for her, and every time, she would peel it for him, slipping the sweeter half into his palm. They never said “I love you.” But it echoed in the silence.
Decades passed. Their children grew up. Rambutans came packed in netting now, bought from the supermarkets, no longer freshly plucked but stacked under cold fluorescent lights. And Ah Gong was long gone.
But she would forever remember the evening night, music playing, the sweetness of the rambutan on her lips…
In the tropical hush, fruits and petals gather. A quiet harmony, ripened over a lifetime of love.
Harmony in love is not always loud or declared – sometimes, it’s in the small, steady gestures repeated over a lifetime, and the unspoken understanding between two people. The quiet rituals anchor us, and shared tradition keep love alive long after words are gone.
