Night Owl Sonata (in one movement)

Nine

My old man made me a porcupine hair toothpick he dug out from his old props box, while admiring its beauty and function, we sat enjoying the mid-day sun by...

Nine

My old man made me a porcupine hair toothpick he dug out from his old props box, while admiring its beauty and function, we sat enjoying the mid-day sun by...

Eight

Who would forget this bold image by Kai Chan, a mix media work he produced almost twenty years ago, challenging our eyes and mind with the contrasting colours of emperor...

Eight

Who would forget this bold image by Kai Chan, a mix media work he produced almost twenty years ago, challenging our eyes and mind with the contrasting colours of emperor...

Seven

My recent memory of many retired memories are in the form of untouchable papers, in P-P-P: reborn pixels of Polaroids, Postcards and Photographs, reading them on computer screens, in open...

Seven

My recent memory of many retired memories are in the form of untouchable papers, in P-P-P: reborn pixels of Polaroids, Postcards and Photographs, reading them on computer screens, in open...

Six

Gerry and Marcie live in a paranoid small town where they avoid the community and prefer the warmth, beauty and tranquility inside their lovely Victorian home with a legion of...

Six

Gerry and Marcie live in a paranoid small town where they avoid the community and prefer the warmth, beauty and tranquility inside their lovely Victorian home with a legion of...

Five

She was two and I was thirty two, both loved to sing and dance and jump and make up stories, and I gave her picture cards, I gave her banana,...

Five

She was two and I was thirty two, both loved to sing and dance and jump and make up stories, and I gave her picture cards, I gave her banana,...

Four

As the years grow, memories on the wane, and like receding hair-lines, her subjectivity, perceptibly, begins to dwindle and loses most of its edges. For more than twenty years, she...

Four

As the years grow, memories on the wane, and like receding hair-lines, her subjectivity, perceptibly, begins to dwindle and loses most of its edges. For more than twenty years, she...