Friday, November 28, 2008

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

ghost

dreams




make sleeping difficult.

swallow me

untitled




Closet



Instead of becoming more open, where are we heading?

polygamy



tears



ocean

eyes



Whatever you do, society's eyes are always on you.

by my father's bedside






Thinking of how beautiful the world is was my only consolation during those dark and lonely hours when I was caring for my father in the Penang General Hospital. These pieces, and a few more, were drawn at his bedside, in the late nights and wee hours of the morning. The year was 2003. My father died in June.

faces





Aren't you just fazed by all that's happening around ya?

faceless





sometimes, all a woman needs to have is a beautiful body.

lovers









people actually wanted to buy these pieces...

lonely in the city




cold, colorless, concrete.

rafflesia

The Lighthouse