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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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$380.00
“Every small courage deserves a witness.
小小勇气，值得嘉许。“
oil on canvas
31x61cm
The bear had seen many great adventures – tea parties, blanket forts, daring expeditions under the dining table.
But today felt special.
His little human sat across him, staring very seriously at a fruit. Not a toy fruit or the plastic kind that he played with – but a real one. Round, purple, mysterious. “It looks weird,” the child whispered. The bear silently agreed.
Still, when the bite finally came – a squish, a pause, and then a burst of sweetness – the bear watched it happen: surprise widening into laughter, and laughter into pure delight.
Something in his soft, stitched chest swelled with pride. This was bravery – the first taste of something new, something real.
And so he sat, smiling quietly beside the last fig, knowing that growing up begins just like this – a little courage, a little sweetness, and someone to share it with.
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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.
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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.
