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“The tender joy of embracing imperfection and vulnerability in unguarded, relaxed moments.“
归于安然。“
oil on canvas
46×46 cm
Rei roused drowsily from his nap, his eyes blinking open. For a moment, he forgot where he was – in his dreams, he had been wandering in a mysterious garden, full of leaves and flowers.
Then he remembered, with the cool blue-green silk sheets pooled around him, that it was yet another typical weekend afternoon. Out of the corner of his half-closed eyes, he could see Shelly, the ladybug, perched on the edge of the carpet, glaring at him.
He blinked guiltily – he had promised to play with her, but he had fallen asleep and forgot all about it.
But where was Susie, his owner? She was usually bustling around, either working on her projects, cleaning the house, or running errands on her to-do list that seemed to be never-ending. This week, he remembered, she had an unusually long to-do list.
Then he saw her – instead of her usual tasks, she was sprawled on the corner of the room, her hair in a messy bun, and her hands full of paint. A large canvas was laid out in front of her, and the brush in her hand left large, slow brushstrokes on the fresh white surface. A usually meticulous painter, she seemed to be playing – letting her imagination take flight as she occasionally splashed paint on the canvas.
But what caught his attention was the uncharacteristically serene and peaceful smile on her face. The room was quiet, the air was still, but her eyes glowed – with pleasure, tenderness, and just a hint of vulnerability.
He meowed, trying to catch her attention. But she did not hear him. It was as if she was lost in her own world, pouring the weariness, noise and dust of the city into every messy brushstroke. And with every stroke, she seemed to grow more inspired, more refreshed, more alive.
He watched, his eyes wide, as if mesmerized by her state of flow. Then he smiled – at the tenderness of imperfection and vulnerability, and embracing it fully in the most rare, unguarded and relaxed moments.
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$1,080.00
“Where harmony takes root together”
合家团圆。“
oil on canvas
35×46 cm
It was chaos when she first sneakily crawled into the house, drawn by the rhythm of excitement that pulsed in the air. Someone was standing on a stool, stretching to hang red lanterns along the doorway, muttering to themselves when the string tangled.
Another was busy laying the table, smoothing the vibrant red cloth again and again, stepping back to check if it sat straight.
From the kitchen came the clatter of bowls, the sharp scent of citrus peel, voices overlapping in quick bursts – reminders, laughter, small disagreements that rose and fell just as quickly.
She paused near the edge of the table, the air thick with movement, and for a moment she wondered if she had chosen the wrong day to wander in.
Then something began to take shape – the lanterns brought warmth. The table brought readiness. The kitchen brought nourishment.
No single effort could have carried the celebration on its own. Each mattered – not because it was perfect, but because it was part of the whole.
What had felt overwhelming moments ago began to feel alive – not frantic, but full. In that moment she realised – this was what thriving looked like – many different efforts unfolding together, each valued for what it brought, each making room for the others.
By the time the last lantern was lit, she had climbed to a higher place and looked again. The table was ready. The room was warm. The year felt open.
And in that fullness, she could smell the scent of home.
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$1,800.00
“A study in small shifts.”
细微之处，悄然不同。“
oil on canvas
46×61 cm
Rei stretched lazily on the granite steps, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun.
It was another weekend afternoon, and he had been left alone once again while his owner rushed out in a flurry – easel over one shoulder, bag of brushes in hand, already halfway distracted before the door had closed. Rei watched her go, the sound of her joyful footsteps fading, wondering when she would be back.
Two bottles of milk sat neatly on the step nearby, catching the same amber light. Rei studied them, savouring the anticipation where he could finally taste the cold, sweet milk.
Suddenly, something small shifted - a ladybug had found its way onto the step.
It moved slowly, testing the surface, then began its ambitious climb up the side of one of the milk bottles. The glass reflected its tiny shape as it climbed, each step patient yet precise. It was a long journey, and the ladybug paused when it reached the top.
Rei watched, more intently now.
“That’s quite the climb,” he said at last, admiringly. “Seems like a lot of effort for such a small place.”
The ladybug turned, as if surprised to be noticed. “Small?” It said after a moment. “Perhaps. But its higher than where I started.”
“Does it really make that much of a difference?” Rei asked. There was no judgement in his voice – only curiosity, and something more exposed. “To climb a little, I mean. When everything else stays the same.”
“I don’t need to change everything,” the ladybug said slowly. “Just enough so I can see it differently.”
“And when you’re done looking?” He asked. “When you go back down?”
The ladybug smiled. “Then I’ll still remember how it looked from up here.”
Rei lay back against the warm stone, thoughtfully. Nothing had changed – and yet, something had. Perspective didn’t belong to those who travelled far. Sometimes, it arrived quietly, through a small climb, a slight shift, a willingness to look again.
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$600.00
“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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$1,080.00
“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.
