Hold on tight

I re-read my old post last night to reexamine how far I have come from the inception of my sudden idea planted by myself or by God of which I am still not perfectly sure. It was written on March 12 2013 inspired by Van Gogh-I was reading The Yellow House by Martin Gayford at…

My New Adventure

I am embarking on my new adventure as a Yoga Therapist, and a gallery owner. After suffering from Bipolar Depression most of my life, this is quite a triumphant moment for me. All credits go to my Lord, Jesus Christ. Thanks be to God! I hope to continue to share my new journey with all…

This Is My Utopia

If I could choose my first artist to work with once I open my art gallery next month, I would want him to be Van Gogh. An unrecognized, yet talented, and sensitive soul whose passion is so intense that it spills all over for the world to see. It spills from his mouth. You can…

Should this life sometimes deceive you…

Late April shower ended the winter for good and though the flowers have fallen by the beat of the rain, everything looks greener. It reminds me that we are about to embark on a path that leads us to a deeper spring and summer is not very far. Not long ago, what Shelley said got…

Things Are Gonna Get Easier

What if Van Gogh had some people during his life time that believed in his works? What if Van Gogh had a constant companion who possessed inner strength that Gogh himself clearly lacked? Would he have ended his life the way he did? Did madness rule his life? And why are we(or I, at least)…

Don’t Fall in Love with an Artist

Paul Gauguin has asked once: “D’où venons Nous Que sommes Nous Où allons Nous” (Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going?) Today, I have a reason to celebrate. I know the answers to these questions. But celebrate, I shall not. Not yet. The story behind this painting is quite painful….

Lonely Little Duck

Not long ago, I was sitting at the big table alone in a cafe one early Saturday morning. I always go for the biggest table if I could because I like to spread out my computer, books, notebooks, newspapers, or whatever I have brought with me all over the table. On this day, I sat…

Putting Hope in the Rightful Place

The problem with Van Gogh is pretty clear cut. He suffered from tides of nostalgia. Obsession chained him to the slavery of his emotions. Self-vindication. Fraternal longing, probably from the lack of fraternal love. He did have close ties with his brother Theo, but it was a longing that a brother alone could not fulfill….