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The painting evokes the cycle of life and death, highlighting the finality of the skeleton in contrast to the enduring presence of the crow — a symbol often associated with the mysteries that follow life.
It reflects the ceaseless regeneration of nature, where one form of existence yields to another. -
The Red River has been a familiar presence to me since childhood.
From the moment I first began to form memories, I was already living near the river.
One of the very first sorrows I ever felt was when I accompanied my mother to the riverbank to see my father off — he was leaving for Laos for work.
We only saw him off at the ferry dock. After crossing to the other side, he would catch a long-distance coach over the Trường Sơn Mountains into Laos.
To my three-year-old mind, the Red River felt like a river of parting — and the far shore, a strange foreign land that had taken my father away for months.
One of my greatest childhood joys, too, was waiting at that ferry dock to welcome him home.
He would bring back all sorts of delicious treats — once even a child-sized bicycle with bright pink plastic spokes, bold and striking.
No one else in the village had a bike like that. It was my pride and joy throughout my early years.That’s why, when I try to paint imagined landscapes — places I’ve seen many times in dreams, like some sacred temple in my mind — I often paint the river, or a ferry landing.
There’s something hopeful in those images, but also something tinged with longing.
When I received the prompt for the Fairy–Dragon exhibition, I immediately thought of recreating the Red River’s landscape in the form of a votive painting.My two most recent oil paintings also depict a ferry landing — or the Red River shimmering faintly in the background.
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Hương Tích Cave was one of the first majestic landscapes etched into my childhood mind — vivid enough to return, again and again, in my dreams.
It was also the first time I experienced a recurring dream. I must have been only three or four years old then, dreaming of a vast cavern. The cave walls weren’t made of stone, but of skinned human bodies.
There was no gore, no blood — the flesh glowed like pink tourmaline, and the bodies were still breathing, rising and falling gently.In any case, it was a kind of nightmare, and after reliving it many times, I became truly afraid.
The cave even had a name. I went around asking everyone:
“Dad, Mom, big brother — where is Đống Xương Động?”Of course, they brushed it off as nonsense.
The funny thing is, I had already figured out how to reverse words in the Sino-Vietnamese way — probably from watching Journey to the West a bit too much. That kind of naming went hand in hand with dreamy, faraway places like Mountain of Flowers and Fruit, Water Curtain Cave, or Flowing Sands River, and so on.
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"Thầy tớ thong dong dạo cảnh chùa,Cầm thi lưng túi rượu lưng hồ.Cá khe lắng kệ đầu ngơ ngác,Chim núi nghe kinh cổ gật gù.Then cửa từ bi nêm chật cánh,Nén hương tế độ cắm đầy lô.Nhà sư ướm hỏi nhà sư tử,Phúc đức nhà đây được mấy bồ."- Hồ Xuân Hương's poemDraw a scene of a man and woman visiting the temple to pray for wealth and love 😌
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An escape from reality, in an imagined vision of the afterlife.
Beyond Red, lies Blue.The forest is not merely a cluster of plants, but a world unto itself — where life intertwines, overlaps, and layers upon itself like an endless canopy of green domes. In this place, green is not just a color, but a breath, a movement, a whisper of mysteries.
I once stood in such a forest, feeling overwhelmed by the grandeur of nature, where everything grows and pulses within its own order — a realm where humans can only stand by and quietly observe.Amid that lush, engulfing green, Red appeared — a lone red dot, adrift yet steadfast. It did not merely pass through the forest, but merged into its rhythm, becoming part of its breath.
The solitary gaps between thick foliage felt like “sky wells” — rare windows through which humans could peer into the forest and witness the secret world within.
What happens in there? Who is watching whom — am I looking into the forest, or is the forest looking back at me?This trio of works does not tell a linear story, but suggests a journey.
Red does not just wander through the forest, but also journeys through the viewer’s perception — guiding them into a wordless world, where color, light, and shadow speak for themselves. -
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When elephants know their time has come, they return to the Elephant Graveyard — a secret place, untouched by outsiders.
To humankind, it is a fabled treasure, known only by name, its face forever hidden. -
When elephants sense that their end is near, they make their way to the Elephant Graveyard — a secret place no outsider may ever set foot in.
To humans, it is a legendary treasure, known only by name, forever unseen. -
A memory from a perilous adventure.
It seems my internal “warning bell” had already gone off when I first saw the sea urchins lurking below the surface, like clusters of underwater landmines. But driven by a love for thrill and adventure, I ignored all the signs and dove headfirst into this new game.
I’m just grateful to still be here, writing and drawing—doing the things I love.
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One of the first words I learned was “củ cải” (radish), but back then, because I mispronounced things, I said “tục tặc” instead. Even after I grew up, my mom would still playfully call it by that name, saying with a fond smile: “Let’s make some tục tặc for little Tồ today.”
Chubby white tục tặc is a childhood wrapped in Mom’s love.
This past spring, Mom grew a lot of tục tặc — fat, sweet, and all twisted into funny shapes. To me, those tục tặc were beautiful and full of imagination. More evocative than even a nude model.
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Draw a younger sister with a solemn appearance, yet a rich and poetic inner world.
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When elephants sense that their death is near, they make their way to the Elephant Graveyard — a secret place no outsider has ever trespassed. To humans, it is a mythical treasure trove, known only by name, its true form forever hidden from sight.
Hoang Hue Phuong
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