Rainbow Garden

When I was small, I always asked my mom:

Mommy, why rainbow has so many colours?
- because rainbow is the happiness after the rain-said mom.
Mommy, why flowers also have so many flowers?
- because everyday is the colours of happiness-she smiled.

I love children and their innermost feelings in their innocent eyes. I love the fragile nature of freedom, come and leave, sadly replaced by the worries of an adult. I like to just looking at them, for hours, just to see them talking and playing with each others; life is just as beautiful.

I didn't have so many drawings of children, or take photos of them. I felt myself somehow unable to keep that wonder. I tried to catch something, maybe it's vague-but they were colours, in which I was really wallowing in when I was beside them. And clinging with my bit of childhood memories, I drew the rainbow-flowers, for, the unknown little 'souls'.

I don't think my work is so great, but I believe RAINBOW could bring to you, much or little, a kind of emotions. Is it Art? or it is just something my designs always long to reach? or am I looking for myself in chaotic feelings? And happiness in such simpliest coincidence.
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Ngày xưa, tôi vẫn thường hỏi mẹ:

" mẹ ơi, tại sao cầu vồng lại có nhiều màu?
-vì cầu vồng là niềm hạnh phúc sau cơn mưa.
thế sao hoa cũng có nhiều màu sắc?
-vì mỗi ngày đều cần có những sắc màu hạnh phúc."

Tôi yêu trẻ con và những nỗi niềm ngây thơ trong mắt chúng. Tôi yêu cái sự hồn nhiên mỏng manh, đến và đi, để rồi thay vào đó là những bộn bề lo toan của sự trưởng thành. Tôi thích ngồi ngắm những đứa trẻ hàng giờ đồng hồ, chỉ để nghe chúng nói chuyện và chơi với nhau; tôi thấy đời đẹp lạ lùng!

Tôi không vẽ hình trẻ con nhiều, cũng như chụp ảnh chúng. Tôi cảm thấy mình thật kém cỏi trong việc giữ lại những cảm xúc kì diệu đó. Tôi chỉ cố nắm bắt một cái gì đó, có lẽ là mơ hồ quá-nhưng đó là những sắc màu, mà khi bên những thiên thần ấy, tôi đã cảm thấy mình như đắm chìm thật sự; và cố gắng níu kéo những kí thức tuổi thơ còn sót lại trong cái trí nhớ hạn hẹp của mình, tôi đã vẽ những bông hoa cầu vồng, đơn giản, là cho những tâm hồn be bé không tên.

Tôi không nghĩ bài tôi xuất sắc. Nhưng tôi tin nó mang lại cảm xúc cho bạn, ít hay nhiều. Phải chăng đó là nghệ thuật? hay chỉ là một điều mà bản thân tôi luôn cố gắng hướng đến trong những thiết kế của mình? hay la tôi tìm kiếm bản thân mình trong những cảm xúc hỗn độn? và hân hoan trong sự đồng cảm bình dị nhất.



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"Dear All,
Children, the most important people of the world, always surprise us with their innocence and imagination. it is said that adesigner sometimes needs a mind of a child to liberate themselves and dream of aunique and creative ideas.
No matter who you are, no matter what you are looking for, if you are fond of art and children, RAINBOW is for you! Because RAINBOW is a magazine about contemporary art and design created not just for children, but also the young-at-heart.
Come, experience and be inspired with us!"
( -intro of RAINBOW magazine)
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RAINBOW magazine is one of my work in 2nd year/ diploma. It was chosen for Lasalle-SIA college of the arts (Singapore) 's exhibition in December 2006.


(RAINBOW magazine and its collaterals)


( overview exhibition of the work)

<< Contact me for a digital copy of the magazine if you are interested in! :) >>

the well

bởi vì bàn tay run
và cần một cái siết chặt

nhưng khoảng không vô hình
vô tình, làm tôi
chới với

vậy thì,
hãy tạm biệt những thiên thần...









trước khi chạm vào lòng giếng.

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because hands are trembling
and need a 'hold'-tightly


but un-seen void
in callous and unintentional,
pull me,
fall.


if so,
remember to tell the angels: 'goodbye'










before touching the well's soul.

Pieces

Nếu như,
có thể
xếp lại những ước muốn vụn vặt
những đam mê thường ngày

và đi thật xa...

thương, nhớ và quên
để là đủ cho một tình yêu.

bao giờ mưa trở rét?
hay nắng lại sắp lên
tôi lại chỉ quẩn quanh
những điều đã vụn.

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If,
perhaps,
wishes could be folded
habits could be forgotten

and a journey could begin
somewhere, far...

love ends like a memory
i say: 'beautiful'.

whenever rain becomes winter
or sun rises earlier than usual
i wander around pieced, pieces
once upon again...


(31th July 07)

-photo credit: nuttin2kare

My Learning Process

He is handsome. He is cool. He is awesome. He taught me simple yet meaningful things in life and the life-of-a-designer. They are interesting, funny, yet they are not a joke and you gotta think about it at the end of the day.
I love Stefan Sagmeister. ^^



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Helping other people helps me.

Having guts always works out for me.

Thinking life will be better in the future is stupid. I have to live now.

Starting a charity is surprisingly easy.

Being not truthful works against me.

Everything I do always comes back to me.

Assuming is stifling.

Drugs feel great in the beginning and become a drag later on.

Over time I get used to everything and start taking for granted.

Money does not make me happy.

Travelling alone is helpful for a new perspective in life.

Keeping a diary supports personal development.

Trying to look good limits my life.

Material luxuries are best enjoyed in small doses.

Worrying solves nothing.

Complaining is silly. Either act or forget.

Actually doing the things I set out to do increases my overall level of satisfaction.

Everybody thinks they are right.

Low expectations are a good strategy.

Whatever I want to explore professionally, its best to try it out for myself first.

Everybody who is honest is interesting.


-Stefan
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A Woman Young and Old

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror to mirror
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.
-William Butler Yeats

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Nature is not always kind, and society now is even less so.
If one's pursuit of happiness is a desire for a better outlook-
and so change a destiny.
i think even plastic surgery is nothing wrong.
isn't it natural to wish for social's acceptance?
we are all tied to some.

a memory foreword

I believe little things make life beautiful
and CYX is one of those.

dear memories,

i miss part of my life

sleepless nights.

again, i found myself
wandering
in chaotic and conflicting dreams.

a happiness is undefinable.

(18th October 07)

-photo credit: nuttin2kare