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“As a child, I’d hide my papers under my homework and draw when mummy wasn’t watching”
My late mother was a very strict person. She was a lecturer. She made me believe till this day that any parent who is an educator is the strictest sort of parents ever! She’d make us (me and my siblings) do our homework after lunch from 2-5pm, then let us have a break and dinner, and at night, she’d send us for tuition, if not, it’s 8-10pm at the study table to revise all our school lessons. We had fixed TV time on weekends and some weekday nights. I totally thank her for my academic success and many other disciplinary traits she drilled into us kids that made me the person I am today. 
In art, she did get me into art class during my kindergarten years. She also sent me for lots of coloring and drawing contests in town. It’s through these contests I believe, that developed most of my skills as I’d learn from better participants and try out new things for each new contest’s theme. But before all that, it really all began just from the love of filling up empty spaces: all my text books were doodled, all my papers were scribbled on, the pages I wrote in in my friends’ autograph books were the messiest with silly quotes written in all the pen colors I could find, plus random drawings that don’t go with everything else on the page (not pretty at all); and of course, the tons of practice from doodling under homework instead of concentrating on them. I have to admit, I still carry that habit till this day. Even at my work desk, I’ll be randomly inspired, and doodle all over my notebooks and rough paper on the table. heh… These habits don’t die. 
So when people ask me when did I learn to do these artsy stuff? I’d say, all my life.

“I want to be a carrot.” – Tack 

Don’t limit yourself.

Excited to show you guys the first part of a new experimental photo series! #dontlimityourself

Doing this piece made me think: I’ve always wondered what my “art style” is. It’s pretty obvious that I do a jumble of everything from mural painting to graphic design as seen here on Artsy Daphy. And everytime I think I finally realized what it is,  I start doing something completely different.  Perhaps I’m like the blu-tack in the picture, just a soft flexible piece of something that wants to become everything. Might not be perfect in any (yet),  but happy to be able to attempt to be anything I want! Happy being the Jack or even just a Pawn of all trades. 
Tell me if you can summarise my style. (It’s ok,  I can take constructive criticism, just say it politely. >.<)
Here’s some eye candy for ya’ll. Referred to a random hot guy on instagram. Thought it’ll be nice for the summer and motivate some of you to get that beach body! Done with color pencils on an A4 paper. 

And this is a not so hot self portrait of how I’ve been feeling for the past week. It’s been extremely hot in Borneo, plus I’m PMSing, resulting in a tired, ugly-feeling, super uninspired and not-so artsy Daphy. Painted with Sketchbook Galaxy on my Samsung Note3 smartphone.
Let’s hope things will get better next month as my birthday is coming soon! 😀
Hope you are all doing better than I!

“Thanks for trying to understand”
As we’ve all heard before, men and women think and feel in rather different ways. Was feeling quite emotional and being rather difficult for the past couple of weeks, but the boyfriend was being great, by being patient and understanding.. 
Actually, I’m still not quite sure whether he tried to understand or whether he was just letting me be. But I’m actually super glad most men aren’t as sensitive as women, because, that would be when all hell really breaks loose. haha.
The piece was completed on my Samsung Note 3 with Sketchbook for Galaxy, but I refined it in Photoshop later. Inspired how I can’t think straight when I feel too much and how he can never figure it out!
I’ve never been one for words. There’s too much to express that it’ll take a very long time to say all that I am thinking and feeling. I am really bad at this.  Even typing this short introductory paragraph took up time and frustrated me. 
I really admire Lang Leav. Being able to put so much thoughts and feelings into just a few beautiful lines is really useful.  
Anyway,  in attempts to describe this picture, I shall try my best:
We’ve all been here. Re-painting our damaged hearts, trying to keep it red with hope.  Pushing day by day,  carrying on, growing stronger,  becoming numb… Whether you’re sick of waking up to your torturing 9-5 job,  or dealing with your 13th breakup, just know that you’re not alone. And that there really is no point in taking things too seriously, because no one will ever understand the complexity of another’s emotions. So, keep calm and carry on. 
(Yes,  easy to say,  hard to do,  hence the painting, but really,  it’s not that bad)