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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. -
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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