More On The Way

Another quick update to the watercolour and ink drawing pages! Will add more later.


‘Nother Update!

New works added to both the Ink and Watercolor section. Check them out!

Site Update!

Updated the ol’ site today! If you go to the portfolio page, you’ll see a few new goodies, such as:

Most new paintings are found under “Watercolour”, but there are a few acrylic paintings too. Enjoy!

Two Roads

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood.
I went down one path,
You went down the other,
For we could not go together.
I hope we’ll meet before the aftermath.

– Adapted from “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost

To Run

In life, there are only two different ways to run: 1. Out of fear, or 2. To run towards a certain goal or target.

For the first, you could run because you’re being chased by a starving lion and you left all your weapons at home, including your phone. Another reason could be you’ve accidentally broken the Family Heirloom that’s been passed down for the last x+5 generations, so you blame your unsuspecting dog (who, though intelligent in some ways, cannot defend himself with human speech). How the reason manifests itself can be extremely diverse and entertaining in hindsight, but they all stem from the root of fear. Fear of the lion. Fear of punishment. Fear of failure or making grave mistakes, and sometimes it’s a good thing, but like medicine, should only be taken in small doses and only when absolutely necessary. It views anything in the negative as something to be afraid of; something to righten only by adding a 1 to a -1 so you can get 0 again. Normal. Safe.

The other style is to run towards a goal. For athletes, this is the finish line, or the bullseye, or jumping a certain height or lifting heavy weights. Limits are pushed, and hopefully exceeded. Another example is running in the pursuit of a dream. Here, the pursuer isn’t running away from the fear of failure (or the idea of failure); instead, they give chase to what they deem worthy or important enough to have. And the chase only ends when the dream has been fulfilled. You can even apply this same principle to the weaponless guy being chased by a lion – instead of thinking “I have to get away or else I’ll be eaten”, the pursuer thinks “Where can I run to that will prevent the lion from following? Or what can I do to discourage it from trying to eat me?” The pursuer is always thinking and looking ahead, not behind.

Of course, this is easier said than done, as oftentimes just looking at how far we have to go can be more intimidating than exciting or encouraging. There will always be obstacles or situations that try to stop us from moving forward, but in a world focused on reactions and the symptoms of greater problems, there is a higher call on self-control and dignity and integrity so that our lives become shaped by how we respond rather than by how we react.

So what type of runner are you? The pursuer? The pursued? It’s a difficult choice to make, and I encourage you to cultivate the attitude of running towards something instead of running away. And while no one can guarantee you’ll reach your goal, the fact that you pursued an ideal means that you envisioned a life that can be better than -1 plus 1.

Not Death

This weary road left,
And amid brothers on high
I am home.

Close the eye dimmed by tears,
And wake in repose to spend

Bear the wrench that frees,
And the chains that breathe

Fling aside the dust,
And rise on wing to live

Prince of life,
The chosen conquer in strife
And reign.

– Adapted from “It Is Not Death To Die”


Nearer to you
Raise my song
Shall be nearer
Nearer to you

Wandering down
Darkness a stone 
Yet dreams be nearer
Nearer to you

Appear unto heaven
Send mercy given
And beckon me nearer
Nearer to you

Waking bright with praise
Griefs I’ll raise
My woes be nearer
Nearer to you

Cleave the sun and stars
The moon forgot
And I fly nearer
Nearer to you.

– Adapted from “Nearer, My God to Thee”


All artwork is arguably still unfinished. It is this singular aspect that makes art similar to science than either party may care to admit or remember.

Most of the time, you’ll come across so-called “finished” works rather than drafts or prototypes, so this may seem as a revelation, but what you’re actually seeing is more of an “It’s as finished as it can be right now”. It is only the easily-satisfied artist who would consider all their art pieces finished. But most artists I’ve come across, myself included, could literally work a lifetime on a single piece and never be truly and completely satisfied. There’s always more work that can be done. There’s always something that needs to be fixed. There’s always more that can be better, and honestly speaking, if “perfect” is the measure we’re aiming for, then it truly is a paradox in itself, because it implies that there’s a limit to how good something can be.

As a compromise, we lower our intentions and our expectations, because we are not infinite beings, and it’s easy to get tired of fixing or modifying or adding or subtracting from a piece we don’t know what we find wrong with, only that it’s still wrong and not done yet. We compromise, and make ourselves believe “it’s as finished as it will ever be”, because what we’re aiming for is beyond our current capabilities. It’s often true, as many artists can and will return with fresh motivation and insight to a former artwork a few weeks, months, years later in order to complete what they’ve left behind. Sometimes works get modifications here and there. Some stay left behind, lost and desperately forgotten (but not really) until picked up again by an ambitious spirit. Even more are left undone, erroneously labelled as “complete”, and displayed in some gallery or corner or basement or landfill. Science is the same way: facts are written and rewritten as more and more discoveries are being made and previous theories proved or discarded. We may think we’ve reached the end, or fool ourselves into believing so, or risk driving ourselves crazy with parallel universes and roads less travelled and Schrödinger’s cat.

To imply that something is “finished”, is to imply that it is “perfect” and “complete”, and nothing else can be done. In essence, a masterpiece. If we can attain this, then I think most of us will already be quite satisfied. Despite this, there are hardly any works that can be called “masterpieces”, whether by the artist themselves or by those around them. In this way, each work we begin is like a never-ending circle of birth, life, life, life, life, life…perhaps it is only in absolute death that all art is truly finished, even if they may not be masterpieces (and this is the reason why an artist’s death often raises his or her artwork’s value – because the artist is done, whether he or she likes it or not). But as long as there is someone carrying the torch, then the possibilities really do become endless, and without knowing, we become instruments of torture to our art and ourselves.

Even so, through all the struggles, in the pursuit of perfection and of making a finished masterpiece, we aim for the infinite, and that in itself is one of the greatest delights of being an artist.


You are my soul’s crown.
The meadows,
Robed in blooms of spring—
The saddest sing.

Fair are children
In all their youth
Yet beauty
Will never fade.

Fair is the light,
Fairer the sun
The sky shines brighter
Than hosts on high.

Beauty is found nearer,
Dearer to me bound—
I vow my feet
Will follow you.

– Adapted from “Fairest Lord Jesus”