Reverie

  • In Full Bloom <br> 梦中之舞 [Sold]

    In Full Bloom
    梦中之舞 [Sold]

    $880.00
    “Grace unfurls, effortless and free.
    光落之处，皆为舞台。“

    oil on canvas
    46x46cm

    The lights dimmed, and the orchestra sighed into stillness.

For a suspended breath, time stood still – the faint rustle of tulle, the glimmer of satin beneath the orchestra lights, the soft cadence of a heart about to take flight. 

Then, she began to dance.

Her every motion unfurled like a whisper – fluid, unhurried, serene. Arms curved through air with the grace of petals opening to morning light. Each step, each turn, carried a quiet certainty – the kind that needs no witness.

Once, she had danced for perfection. But in that moment, she danced only for herself, because she was, finally, free. 

The spotlight caught her mid-pirouette, her silhouette glowing in soft gold. For that fleeting instant, time folded – everything went silent, suspended, eternal.

And there, in the hush between motion and memory, she found peace – the kind that comes when confidence stops trying, and simply is.

In Full Bloom celebrates that dreamlike moment when confidence feels effortless – when grace transcends technique, and passion becomes stillness. It’s a reverie of joy, self-belief, and the quiet magic of standing tall in one’s own light.
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  • The Bay of Dreams <br> 忘川

    The Bay of Dreams
    忘川

    $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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  • The First Kite <br> 风起之时

    The First Kite
    风起之时

    $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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