The Art of Fearless Diving

* * * I do my calculation quickly. I have been doing this over and over again for the past two weeks. I don’t know why I keep doing this because the result is the same every time. According to my calculation, my studio can only last for another month. If I can squeeze to…

What Do You Want to Be?

I sit on the second level of my gallery this late afternoon and start writing my first essay here in the writing room. Through the grey see-through curtain, I can see the giant tree hovering over this yellow historic house that’s trying to become something. For the first two months it desperately wanted to become…

A Vision to Save

I think it was about this time last year that I was sitting on my parent’s front porch suppressing my suicidal urge. It was especially intense that morning, and the scary thing was that I was home alone. Well, to the human eyes, I was alone. But I knew I wasn’t. I knew I had…