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Moshui de meili : the Charm of Ink collection
toseeveryday, 2022on objkt
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This is the second volume of Pleasant minutes Illustrations. The series contains both animated pictures and poems that were inspired from Japanese Haiku by using the 5-7-5 rhythm of Haiku to express the feeling of my illustrations that imitated the ancient Eastern Asian’s cultures and my thoughts of the moments that I collected those peaceful and simply pleasant times.

This 2nd volume still stuck with the idea that happiness is easier to keep and it surrounds us. Happiness is more simple and smaller than what you may dream or recognize. And it’s closer to your heart than what you imagine. It’s on our face when we smile. It’s in every voice when we laugh and it stays calmly in us, waiting for us to feel and find it.

As I told you, this is the second volume. Therefore, the number of pictures will continue from the previous series. This means starting at #10.

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Once I was told by one of my professors that I should choose my religion. Like many teenagers at that time, I had no religion I believed in. Because there were so many bad rumors about them and we also looked down on them, so we just chose to not believe any.

But after a long time passed and I had more and more experiences in my life, I felt lost and exhausted. I felt like my poor soul might disappear any time. And it’s like a miracle I met the professor again. I asked her why she told me to have a religion. She said that so I could have some things to hold when I lost my way of life. I couldn’t agree more this time. I was losing like a kite whose flannel was cut off In a time when I have nothing to hold on to. Just because besides myself I don't believe in anything.

I finally understood that A person is incompetent, incapable of rootlessness, and incapable of lacking something to hold the mind.

[Belief]

Gong…Gong…chime goes far its vibration resonates and make my ears hear.

Birds chirp far on trees, sing a song that I can’t get. but it’s beautiful.

The sound of the wind buzzes softly and gently. the wind sweeps through skin.

The scent of incenses reminds me where I am now and what I do here.

Gong…chime goes again. My peace of mind still remains. The belief shines ways.