Mother’s Day at Gardens By The Bay

For this year’s Mother’s Day, we went to Tulipmania at Gardens By The Bay. I wouldn’t do this post if it has no relation to art. Nature has inspired me in my illustrations and being surrounded by a fields of flowers and other non flowering plants was definitely an endless pool of inspiration.



But here’s the highlight of my day: There was this art activity corner where we had to design our own postcards. The moment I saw a watercolour set, my heart skipped a beat. It was therapeutic, especially after walking so much. There were people from Laselle who I guess volunteered to hold this activity, I’m not sure but they were great. So here are the finished pieces done by my family.


Brother’s impressionist work of ‘Autumn’, Mum’s dancing caterpillar, my yanky doodle landscape, and my sister’s minimalist piece of a flower.

Until next time 🙂


I made love in the woods last night.

I tried to go back to my fashion sketches but manipulate it a bit. I love the process of manipulation — in images of course. Attending art lessons in my secondary school days, I would always enjoy the art assignments for the exams. It’s like writing — you can create any stories you want — but visual.

sketch 18

I made love in the woods last night.
It tickled me for hours with its fingers so wrinkly,
and covered us both with its leaves so dry.
Its rough skin hurt (though only for a while)
till nature finds me sick and vile.

Hiding among those who could still witness this crime,
I felt sinned -- not for the funny things the creatures have seen,
but to be the one to've hide and not reveal.

And after we're done, it threw me down.
Down to where I almost had it
Crawling back forever hoping
that it will happened again under the sheets.

More intriguing than a pile of leaves

I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to jump into a huge pile of dried leaves during Autumn. Would it be similar to that of a pile of shredded paper?

Tears of brick red among the fauns and ferns, the greens are slowly fading away as though they are signalling some kind of incalculable sorrow to the common folks. But are we there to appreciate them? No. To us they simply provide aesthetic appeal to a landscape.

The cities we passed will soon turn into wastelands; the crops are coming; the fumbling green will surpass.


Micah Lidberg Illustrations



Micah Lidberg’s illustrations gave me so much inspiration to write. His main inspiration from trees, the woods, fields and other natural elements while Injecting patterns is simply breathtaking. Its like being in someone’s imaginative mind only which illustrations can show.

Enjoy the pictures!

The flower child

I have this somewhat strange  habit/addiction: I love watching documentaries about plants and flowers especially those of flowers blooming in time lapse. It’s this therapeutic satisfaction I get from watching them.

Even as a child, I found them fascinating. There was once I was so intrigued by this white flower so much that people would make fun of me. But they never understood the the connection I have with them. Now I’m no botanist whatsoever so ask me about a the origins of a spider lily or the uniqueness of an Orphium Flower, I can’t answer well.

I would always get goosebumps seeing plants grow in time lapse. Seeing how they grow and stretch like an unhurried man silently reaching great heights in a sultry dance. It’s a form of art right in front of me just digitally enhanced.

Besides the cool factor of time lapse, the way documentaries depict plants as emotive beings tickled my literary juices. I get so inspired by them and how each plant has their own personality and their complementary characteristics.

Here’s a BBC documentary about flowering plants and their advantages to survive over hundreds of millions of years. Enjoy!!

I know right!


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