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From Big Sur to Madagascar
40×30×1.5” ORIGINAL Mixed Media on Canvas
The sheer cliffs and crashing waves of Big Sur, California—a landscape that once claimed a piece of my life. Standing there, the scenery held my footsteps for a long time, evoking a profound sense of awe, as if returning to the primordial wilderness of creation. The depth added by the achromatic tones of the rocks, cliffs, and waves felt like witnessing a page from Genesis, where God first breathed life into the world.
Around that time, I happened upon a photograph of the mist-shrouded Baobab Avenue in Madagascar. Remarkably, it stirred the same mysterious sensation I had felt in Big Sur. I wondered for a long while why these scenes from different times and places resonated so deeply within me. Driven by a persistent desire to weave these two worlds together, I began this painting.
Between these two contrasting yet harmonious worlds, I have carved a path for the Little Prince and the Fox. Under the warm glow of the setting sun, they step forward into the misty horizon—toward a place where all longing and hope are fulfilled in a perfect, golden union.
At times, the crashing waves drench my feet, and a dense fog obscures the way ahead. Yet, I continue to move forward, embracing the unseen with faith and patience. Knowing I cannot walk this path alone, I hold tightly to the golden tie provided by the Divine, stepping out with courage.
This painting speaks to me in a constant whisper: “It is alright if you cannot see. You are not alone, and the light of the setting sun—the light of His love—is already illuminating your way.”
My prayer is that this golden resonance, born of my tears and devotion, reaches the hearts of those wandering through their own mist, offering them a glimpse of Divine love and the peace of the beginning.
From Big Sur to Madagascar
40×30×1.5” ORIGINAL Mixed Media on Canvas
The sheer cliffs and crashing waves of Big Sur, California—a landscape that once claimed a piece of my life. Standing there, the scenery held my footsteps for a long time, evoking a profound sense of awe, as if returning to the primordial wilderness of creation. The depth added by the achromatic tones of the rocks, cliffs, and waves felt like witnessing a page from Genesis, where God first breathed life into the world.
Around that time, I happened upon a photograph of the mist-shrouded Baobab Avenue in Madagascar. Remarkably, it stirred the same mysterious sensation I had felt in Big Sur. I wondered for a long while why these scenes from different times and places resonated so deeply within me. Driven by a persistent desire to weave these two worlds together, I began this painting.
Between these two contrasting yet harmonious worlds, I have carved a path for the Little Prince and the Fox. Under the warm glow of the setting sun, they step forward into the misty horizon—toward a place where all longing and hope are fulfilled in a perfect, golden union.
At times, the crashing waves drench my feet, and a dense fog obscures the way ahead. Yet, I continue to move forward, embracing the unseen with faith and patience. Knowing I cannot walk this path alone, I hold tightly to the golden tie provided by the Divine, stepping out with courage.
This painting speaks to me in a constant whisper: “It is alright if you cannot see. You are not alone, and the light of the setting sun—the light of His love—is already illuminating your way.”
My prayer is that this golden resonance, born of my tears and devotion, reaches the hearts of those wandering through their own mist, offering them a glimpse of Divine love and the peace of the beginning.