We Could Start Over
Somehow everything comes with an expiry date. Swordfish expires. Meat sauce expires. Even cling-film expires. Is there anything in the world which doesn’t?

Somehow everything comes with an expiry date. Swordfish expires. Meat sauce expires. Even cling-film expires. Is there anything in the world which doesn’t?

Somehow everything comes with an expiry date. Swordfish expires. Meat sauce expires. Even cling-film expires. Is there anything in the world which doesn’t?
I’ve heard that there’s a kind of bird without legs that can only fly and fly, and sleep in the wind when it is tired. The bird only lands once in its life… that’s when it dies.

I’ve heard that there’s a kind of bird without legs that can only fly and fly, and sleep in the wind when it is tired. The bird only lands once in its life… that’s when it dies.

I’ve heard that there’s a kind of bird without legs that can only fly and fly, and sleep in the wind when it is tired. The bird only lands once in its life… that’s when it dies.
I am myself. I am a different kind of fireworks.

I am myself. I am a different kind of fireworks.

I am myself. I am a different kind of fireworks.
My church is on the 6th floor, come if you have time.

My church is on the 6th floor, come if you have time.

My church is on the 6th floor, come if you have time.
I had no regrets until I met you. Now my regrets could kill me.

I had no regrets until I met you. Now my regrets could kill me.

I had no regrets until I met you. Now my regrets could kill me.
I had a dream that afternoon. It seemed I was in his apartment. And I’d wake up only when I left it. I didn’t know you never wake up from some dreams.

I had a dream that afternoon. It seemed I was in his apartment. And I’d wake up only when I left it. I didn’t know you never wake up from some dreams.

I had a dream that afternoon. It seemed I was in his apartment. And I’d wake up only when I left it. I didn’t know you never wake up from some dreams.
All the memories are trace of tears.

All the memories are trace of tears.

All the memories are trace of tears.
It all comes down to two words: Horizontal, Vertical.

It all comes down to two words: Horizontal, Vertical.

It all comes down to two words: Horizontal, Vertical.
Lonely, Lonely Christmas

Lonely, Lonely Christmas

Lonely, Lonely Christmas

We Could Start Over

, Beauty, Memory, Political / Social, Spirituality
Paper people art city portrait street color love drawing surrealistic emotion freedom feelings pastel romance ordinary hongkong mundane recomposition
The series "We Could Start Over" possess a deep Hong Kong sentiment and the moving power of humanity. The pastel drawings attempt to connect the surrealistic aesthetics and the uncertain mentality in the staged scenes with the tangible reality. It hopes to project the ambiguous, vibrant and mumbling sensational moments to the ordinary lives of Hong Kong cosmopolite. The city’s loneliness and struggle are depicted through reconnecting with the imaginative desire as the role of a frivolous individual, and the style of “romance overdrive”.
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