In my everyday life, in my work, when there are so many things to worry about, I return to draw something for myself and to feel peace.
Works of digital art.
When I was in the hometown, my hobby was drawing manga. After that, I moved to Saigon to study and have a chance to started training my digital painting skills when I was 15 years old. I have learned and learned graphic software on the internet by myself and some valuable experience from colleagues. I'm more concerned with the character's facial expression (when I know this is my limitation) and the color in the work. My work largely reflects the things that are close to us.
During the work, my original orientation also changed.
As you know, now I do illustration and graphic design.
You didn't mention things of the past
You told me sweet memories
I don't ask what the future will be
I am with you, we will go through this together.
As it is now, and everything the way it is
Tomorrow, we cannot know what's next waiting for
I don't know
You don't know
And although, all are arranged
Isn't that a wonderful thing?
Isn't that the best that the Creator has bestowed on us?
No one knows exactly
In the big world
On a long way
Step by step, we are always moving ahead of ourselves
On The Eastern Shore
Poetry by Alexander Stinton
Last light collects across the creek
and there like jadeite or in a dream
it grows in evergreen hollows.
The water carries a softening music.
Somewhere, someone’s lit a fire,
the wet smell of hearth opens to the sky,
and farther off a loud door
Who knew we’d never go West?
That the veins down this neck of the woods
would keep us? I imagine
our primeval pioneer (ear
to the ground, finger finding windward)
like an auger in the heart of things. He must
have gazed on collapsed light
and place creeping both inward and away.
Tides shift, yes, but come morning
I’ll see jets trail a railway for the sun,
the whole country asleep
knowing its station is fixed, if forgotten,
necessary as the split-second silence
between some and where.
Drink a sip of the tea
The helpless scent also becomes softer
Only me in the small garden
And the leaves of the surrounding tree are colorful
Drink another sip of tea
The bitter taste turns sweetness
Everything around is back to normal as well
You and me
Drink tea together.