My friend is being my Saipeh for this project. She explained to me that Saipeh is Teochew Chinese dialect for Master. She is teaching me how to work with resin. I think these are some of my favourite jewellery pieces of the year. Brown leaves moving as if in the wind, blood tears trying to reach each other. As if a drop of blood is frozen in time, on resin.
Its been really busy for me but now i can catch a breath theres something i’ve been meaning to share with you. These are sketches from my visual diary. Sometimes the ideas make it into large artworks, sometimes they are personal expressions of how i feel that day. This is the latest one. So we can both feel the same energy.
This was an artwork that felt to be part of my unconscious process. A link between the spiritual teacher and the student. A thread, a lifeline of learning, the mystery of connection, karmic ties that lead even into the departing and the afterlife.
I had the most incredible night watching Sigur Ros in Singapore for the first time. They are incredible live. I got back at nearly midnight and my brain is not working from all that amazing music. I think i haven’t slept. This is my own language. Its a prayer of protection and peace which i placed on the door grill at the start of hungry ghost month. Its the companion to the buddhas piece. They stand side by side. I just wanted the ghosts and whoever was passing our house to be protected and at peace. And if the ghosts didn’t know where to travel to, the language would help them. Stamped with my name and stamped that it was done in Spring
Its the seventh lunar month in Singapore. What it means according to my friend is that ghosts from all the different dynasties come into our world. People burn offerings to their ancestors and for people who don’t burn offerings like me, we just quietly sit back and observe. For some inexplicable reason i didn’t feel like seeing ghosts this year. Maybe its a temporary break maybe it is not. Maybe i will permanently direct them elsewhere. So when Spring came, i painted this and put it on the door. Literally it is the different stages of human enlightenment. The trials of love, suffering, ascension of the consciousness etc. Souls transforming into Buddhas. Human enlightenment is essential to humans. For everyone else, immortality is about death and rebirth. A continual process of great responsibility. The stamp is my name and below it says Spring.
I am sharing this one because a few friends liked the composition. I have some advice to share as well. This is done in Chinese inks on watercolour paper. Though i do love this painting the spots probably due to water from the brush are driving me crazy. I loved the idea of this painting though. The lady of the golden lotuses. My advice is not to use Chinese inks on watercolour paper, the Chinese black ink does not take well to the paper. Neither does the Chinese seal. Still as my friend mentioned. The chaos is part of the process. My other friend mentioned. Just think of the spots as the design on her dress.
I have always wanted long silvery white hair. Ophelia is my baby owl. She is guardian of my books. Meaning she sits on a stack of my books and watches over them.
Over the pandemic we lost people. People were there one minute and gone from our lives the next. What i learnt is that we never know if we will be here tomorrow. So no matter your size, your age your looks your disabilities. Just take your pictures and be happy. Every one of us completes the book of humanity. If we all had a photo, the book of humanity would be more complete.
I am decorating the wall outside my house with artwork. There is more and more artwork as time goes by. There are children living on the floor so i try to choose artwork that they can enjoy as well. I try to choose the pieces i never get tired of looking at.