This mosaic art piece was done by niece. In the dark of the night, flowers blooming with windy skies and butterfly fluttering. All colours were carefully cut from paper into small pieces and pasted on piece by piece. Obviously niece inherited her artistic genes from my side of the family. Her mommy, myself and most of my aunts and cousins are sort of talented in art or in all forms relating to the arts.
When I was young, I would always enjoy my Arts classes, and Literature/English classes. My teachers would always praise some of my drawings or art pieces and they would be exhibited in class (the art pieces could be in handicrafts, crayons, watercolour, pencil sketching etc..). One of my Arts teacher made an impression on me, a beautiful Mrs Diana Ng. She was very encouraging. Since I was in primary school, for fun I would sometimes just draw the layout of my house (or any houses) with topdown view, the different rooms, and drawing the furniture and where to put them (I thought I would be an architect or interior designer when I grow up).
Once I remember spearheading a class decor cum clean up session, by painting colourful cardboards in different bright colours and had them pasted up on some part of the walls, so much so the entire classroom became a piece of art. It jazzed up the room considerably, giving it an identity of its own. So fun.
Or I would be writing some short poems in my free time, and thought I had be an author or journalist next time). I think when I was in Primary 2 or 3, I saw a newspaper ad from UK asking people if they were keen to write children's stories. I had the gall to write in to the company in UK and sent by snail mail, saying I was interested. Even more surprising was, the company actually replied me in a letter sent all the way from the UK, telling me to concentrate on my studies first. HAHA!
I was confident because I did very well for my English/History/Literature as I could write well (bullshit alot). I remember all my teachers who taught me English too. And I knew they quite favoured me at that time, be it writing a funny essay or economic essay, or bullshitting about my interpretation of Shakespeare's stories and quotes. In my private time, I would write and write about anything under the sky.
Indeed, I often thought I would have ended up as a designer /artist/ journalist/ writer, since I have always excelled in the arts. But I turned "commercialised" and into "business" because simply, it pays more.
"I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.” - Nicholas Sparks
When I was young, I would always enjoy my Arts classes, and Literature/English classes. My teachers would always praise some of my drawings or art pieces and they would be exhibited in class (the art pieces could be in handicrafts, crayons, watercolour, pencil sketching etc..). One of my Arts teacher made an impression on me, a beautiful Mrs Diana Ng. She was very encouraging. Since I was in primary school, for fun I would sometimes just draw the layout of my house (or any houses) with topdown view, the different rooms, and drawing the furniture and where to put them (I thought I would be an architect or interior designer when I grow up).
Once I remember spearheading a class decor cum clean up session, by painting colourful cardboards in different bright colours and had them pasted up on some part of the walls, so much so the entire classroom became a piece of art. It jazzed up the room considerably, giving it an identity of its own. So fun.
Or I would be writing some short poems in my free time, and thought I had be an author or journalist next time). I think when I was in Primary 2 or 3, I saw a newspaper ad from UK asking people if they were keen to write children's stories. I had the gall to write in to the company in UK and sent by snail mail, saying I was interested. Even more surprising was, the company actually replied me in a letter sent all the way from the UK, telling me to concentrate on my studies first. HAHA!
I was confident because I did very well for my English/History/Literature as I could write well (bullshit alot). I remember all my teachers who taught me English too. And I knew they quite favoured me at that time, be it writing a funny essay or economic essay, or bullshitting about my interpretation of Shakespeare's stories and quotes. In my private time, I would write and write about anything under the sky.
Indeed, I often thought I would have ended up as a designer /artist/ journalist/ writer, since I have always excelled in the arts. But I turned "commercialised" and into "business" because simply, it pays more.
"I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.” - Nicholas Sparks
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