Been digging through a lot of older artworks of mine that I didn’t get to post when I first drew them last year or so. This is one of those iPad finger painting art that I’ve done on Adobe Ideas before I became a fan of Autodesk’s Sketchbook. What I liked about the app is that the you can choose a colour swatch of only five colours as your main palette and the “constraint” does forces me to be creative in using opacity extensively to blend colours. (technically I can still swap the swatches – still it’s a bit tedious if I were to swap the swatches in and out)

Onto the art, it’s a bit of a reflection of how kids would admire the adults and wished that they would …

This is also another card-art that I doodled out of randomness years back.

I remembered that this piece came out of my thought exercises of questioning my “what if”’s – the very questioning of the decisions, action and inactions of the past.

I don’t particularly enjoy this activity – it’s just an invitation to a barrage of self-defeating emotions and regret. Maybe it’s just an issue of personal strength and confidence? Considering that there are indeed a lot of life decisions or forgotten dreams that aren’t too late to pursue.

The question is: are you willing to put forth the effort? Or are you just content just sitting there dreaming about it? Or worse, hoping that the positive changes will fall on your lap?

We are born pure, without pretension.

I may have grown up to whoever I am now, and yet it’s possible that I may not be completely born yet. I’ve been raised and get used to following and chasing what others has told us to do, what ideals we should pursue, what standards to meet. From time to time, I feel a cry from within – a thug felt in the heart, sorrow and misery seeping in and felt through my veins.

What do I feel, I could not explain.

May be, just may be, there’s an inner baby within myself – wanting to be born, to see the world with fresh eyes. If that’s true, please let it be born: breaking away the husk, the shell and the façade, let me be alive …

This is originally drawn on the cover of a notebook that I carry in my pocket. It serves as a reminder to me to capture all the thoughts and ideas I had, which may pass by me at any moment.

It was a really a pleasant surprise to me when President Obama had released a video for It Gets Better: a video project to gather encouraging messages to LGBT youths whom are often harassed, bullied and ostracized for being homosexual.

My thought after watching the video? We need more LGBT role models out there. Maybe it’s just me that the scars may have carried over until adulthood and LGBT have to bear with the fears and psychological burden: living way below what they are truly capable of. We really need strong personalities and influencers which teens could really look up to: the world really needs more Ellen DeGeneres and Adam Lambert.

As I am thinking in the space I’m in now, I really wondered how many successful entrepreneurs and startup founders who had …

This art is greatly inspired by Dr Jill Bolte Taylor’s phenomenal TED talk: to be more specific about it’s the second part of the talk when she tries to express her out-of-the-world experience during the time when had a stroke.

I really wished that I could expand further what transpired me during those mesmerizing moments listening to her and coming up with this piece of art. My own inept attempt to describe it is that I hold on to the concept of “me” (the ego), that I’m separate from other entities within this plane of existence. However, I’m having a belief, or rather a hypothesis if you would put it that way, that there indeed exists a collective consciousness that bind us as a unifying whole, or wholeness.

There’s no …