Hidden Talents
Art
Made this painting as a gift, and though I don't have any work-in-progress shots, you can see my messy art supplies right there. Hope that's alright!
Here's another watercolour painting of a snowy landscape scenery I did quite some time ago. Would love to visit a place like this someday.
Below is my first attempt at a digital illustration using a mouse. Can I say that I like how Baymax turned out? He looks so cuddly!
And last but not least, here is some random craftwork. My two friends and I each made ourselves a flower crown from scratch. We got some colourful cheap flowers, picked the twigs, and put everything together using string.
Writing
My imagination runs wild sometimes, and when that happens I write (or at least I try to). Here are a few short stories/fiction that I have written in the past, hope you enjoy reading them!
pointy shoes
'second star to the right and straight on til’ morning; let’s leave our slippers on the bedroom floor.’
she stood by the window sill, barefooted, the coolness of the night air tickling her toes and she tried not to shiver. city lights gleamed below, illuminating the night sky in a dull pink hue. one lunge, and she would make it. she closed the eyes and thought of forests and trains, shifted her weight and leaned forward.
the wind rushed past her ears, the feeling was just like the last time she sat on a roller coaster. she surrendered her entire body to gravity, trusting that pixie dust could make real magic. both her arms spread out naturally as her nightgown blew around her. for two seconds she was falling down, down, then suddenly time seemed to slow down, she felt herself hovering above the cars that could be seen miles below.
she blinked, and opened her eyes to greet the same old city lights. strands of hair framed her face, glinting in different shades, as she drifted in the sky, taking in the fact that she was magically suspended in the night air. she wiggled her feet a little and moved forward. looking up, she could see it clearly, an exceptionally bright star twinkling in the dark sky, seeming to coax her towards a whole new world past her expectations.
a hand touched her own, and his fingers intertwined with hers in a gentle but firm grip. she turned sideways and glanced at his side profile, but he did not turn to look at her. with a captivating voice he said, ‘follow me’. she wanted nothing more than to follow him. the corners of her mouth turned up into a small smile as she let him lead the way.
past buildings and bridges, they flew towards the promise of never growing up.
opposites
he was autumn and she was spring.
the trees always whispered of the glorious sunshine melting into the ground, transforming snow into water for nourishment. they told of how their leaves would grow again, reaching out for warmth, as they painted some green to the new season. ‘it’s the symbol of life’, they said.
the flowers talked of beauty among their own petals. when their favourite season came, they would dress in their best colours of vanity and bathe in the fragrance of perfume. it was their moment to shine in admiration of all others. but the blue buds, they exclaimed, were the prettiest of them all.
the people spoke of the season’s romance, blossoming in every corner of nature’s possibilities. the birds sang in duets, the butterflies flew in duos. music of hope and happiness filled every lonely heart with a sense of longing for a bit of love. and they laughed in joy for the season’s surprises.
oh how he wished he could see what she had to offer, how he yearned to feel what she had to give! when he reigned the land, the closest he had were photographs, bits and pieces of the elements that portrayed her.
like any other secret admirer, he kept a distance; but the choice was not his to make.
for as long as time went on its regular routine, spring would never know autumn, and autumn would never meet spring.
salt water
‘with your ear to a seashell, you can hear the waves in underwater caves, as if you actually were inside a salt water room.’ -- owl city
he stood staring at the overlapping waves subsiding into gentle caresses upon the shore. the sea was alive, and it made him alive. how he wished he could bring it back with him.
she sat on the lone rock watching from afar, her beautiful eyes turning from ocean blue to turquoise to seaweed green, all the while speckled with gold flecks that glinted in the sun.
something beige glittered on the sand beneath his feet, and caught his eye. he bent to pick up the seashell. the outside surface was dotted with rough patterns, the inside swirling in colours of the rainbow.
in the depths of her mind she told him to listen, listen to the voices of the sea. she wanted him to keep the gift, a souvenir carved from magic of the underwater kingdom.
out of instinct, he held the seashell to his ear. then he heard the sea itself; voices whispering along soft splashes of waves, and the musical voice of a girl, singing to him, probing his soul.
he looked out to the ocean, just in time to see the silhouette of a tail disappearing into the waves.
Music
My first music influence was definitely the piano, which I am really grateful for having a chance to learn during my younger years. Just recently I had the opportunity to do a duet with my cousin sister, and we enjoyed recording it although we only had a short time to practise. The pair of hands playing the high notes are mine. Fun fact: notice that our hands in the middle are crossed?