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“The joy of letting dawn find us.
让清晨来拥抱你。“
oil on canvas
36x28cm
There was a strange phenomenon – once every hundred years, at exactly midnight, the moon would turn a pale, glassy, mirrored blue. Legends whispered – a star had fallen. To them, it was a mystical event.
However, to Rei, it was the trip he had been waiting for a lifetime.
For as long as he could remember, he had watched from far away – that bright blue globe swirling with green, speckled with wonder. He had heard tales of wind and sunlight.
So when the sky-path opened – that century gateway of blue, he didn’t hesitate. With a flick of his starlit tail and a breath filled with courage, he leapt.
Now, he lay there, looking curiously around him.
He heard the laughter first. Light, bright, ringing through the quiet dawn like little stars falling into place. Two children were running down a path – chasing bubbles, chasing sunlight, chasing nothing at all. When they skidded to a stop and spotted him, his entire body tensed, cautiously.
For a heartbeat, the world waited.
Then, recalling why he had come – travelling galaxies for a new adventure – he took a measured step forward.
The children crouched down curiously, looking at him with wonder, as he basked in the sunlight. One of them whispered, almost in awe, “Look, he’s…glowing.”.
Rei felt something warm and unfamiliar bloom in his tiny chest.
At that moment, Rei understood something the stars had never taught him: that a gaze could be warm like dawn itself – meeting you without demand, inviting you into the day just as you are.
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$650.00
“A quiet space, carried within.
随身而安。“
oil on canvas
46x36cm
Rei first stumbled upon the lush green mirage as he was strolling in the streets. It had been three months since he arrived, basking in the sights and sounds of the city as it unfolded to him layer by layer.
He had wandered through the dense, quaint neighbourhoods, walked along the river at night, and stood beneath towers of glass where the skyline stood proudly against the night. He had even scavenged food from crowded hawker stalls, richly flavoured and crept about in sculpted gardens.
There was wonder, admiration and stimulation. But there was also a subtle weight he hadn’t known how to name.
Even in moments of rest, the city seemed to expect something from him – attention, movement and participation. The noise never fully disappeared.
So when he passed the forest, he almost didn’t notice it at first. It wasn’t announced or framed. It was dense, unshaped, and just quietly breathing behind the concrete.
And as Rei stepped closer, something shifted.
The trees stood close, leaning, curving and branches weaving together. Sunlight slipped through in fragments, scattering across trunks and roots, never staying long enough.
The air changed subtly, cooling against Rei’s skin, carrying the scent of damp earth and something green and alive. The city’s sounds did not stop: they loosened, thinning into a distant murmur that no longer pressed against him.
And because of that, Rei felt himself relax. The quiet inside him widened, not empty, but unoccupied. Thoughts passed through without catching. Feelings settled where they landed, unexamined.
Standing among the trees, Rei understood something wordlessly. He had stepped into a sanctuary within himself – a place that required no explanation, no preparation.
And he stood there for a long while, not waiting, not observing, not becoming.
Just existing.
And when he finally turned back toward the path, he realised the space had not closed behind him. It moved with him, quietly, like an inner clearing he could return to whenever the world grew loud again.
