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The Bloomland series emerged from a yearning for tranquility, delicacy, and fleeting experiences—reminiscent of the gentle touch of an insect on my skin. In this collection, the flower, the very essence of life, symbolizes impermanence, swaying between certainty and eternity. Some blossoms endure, retaining their vibrancy and dewiness for an extended period, while others age rapidly, abruptly losing the fullness of their splendor. Tender rips and tears appear, echoing a thirst for sustenance. The maturation process renders them fragile, intensifying their yearning for life.
In the Bloomlands series, my pursuit is to encapsulate the ephemeral beauty of the moment—something simultaneously present and fleeting. Each artwork encapsulates the essence of transience.
As the saying goes, "For every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven."
Bloomland series came to be out of the need for quiet, delicacy, and impermanent experiences. Like the touch of an insect on my skin.
Here, the flower, the petal is the pure essence of Life, fleeting from sureness and foreverness. Some blooms stay vibrant and dewy for a long time, and some age faster and lose the fullness of their glory suddenly. Some gain tender rips and tears, thirsting for water. The mature becomes fragile, longing for life even more.
This is what I’m after in my Bloomlands series—to capture the moment of transient beauty. So here and yet so perishing all at the same time.
"For every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven."
Bloomland series came to be out of the need for quiet, delicacy, and impermanent experiences. Like the touch of an insect on my skin.
Here, the flower, the petal is the pure essence of Life, fleeting from sureness and foreverness. Some blooms stay vibrant and dewy for a long time, and some age faster and lose the fullness of their glory suddenly. Some gain tender rips and tears, thirsting for water. The mature becomes fragile, longing for life even more.
This is what I’m after in my Bloomlands series—to capture the moment of transient beauty. So here and yet so perishing all at the same time.
"For every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven."
