Just for some fun I decided to join “Peeps in Places” photo challenge of National Geographic. Weather was great and Griffith Observatory was such a beautiful place. To see the full set, please check :

http://www.flickr.com/photos/peggysreality/sets/72157616549244713/

A painful lesson… and I decided to do something about it. I found a art studio, near my house, which hosts figure drawing sections every Monday. Great place, and lot of talented artists. Check it out:

http://figuredrawing.meetup.com/165/

Here are some of my drawings

oil, canvas 16″x20″

Year: 2008 

Remember back in school? We would stay in the studio late, animated through out the night. We were not quite sure what were lay ahead, but we were fearless, willing to try anything for once. We endlessly pondered what would happen underneath the big blue sky…

Years later, here we are; Still searching.

Keep flying high, JBird. Never let anyone stop you.

Happy B-Day!

oil, canvas 20″x60″

Year: 2007

Growing up in a big busy city on a sub-tropical island, where summer is always endless and hot. As kids, my sister and my favorite pass-time is shooting paper airplanes from the 7th-floor-height balcony. We through the planes as hard and high as we could, and watched them flew away, disserpiered between buildings. 

We were lucky that neighbors never complained about it.

oil, canvas 42″x42″

Year: 2008

years ago when I lived in OC, I found a children’s playground right by the beach in Newport Beach. Late at night, when everything was dark and quiet, I would go there to clear my thought. Sometime I would sit on the swing, let wind carried me away…

The smell of the ocean always make me feel alive.

Oil, canvas 14″x18″

Year: 2008

I miss raining days…

mixed media, canvas 9′x9′

Year: 2000

I did this piece a while ago. It was good to finally break free.

Mixed media, canvas 48″x36″

Year: 2007

I were three-year-old, holding onto my favorite toy, a soft-yellow-smiling-bunny, playing alone at the entryway of my grandparents’ big old house. My grandpa walked by me, going out of the front door.

“Grandpa, where are you going?” I asked. Suprised that he didn’t take me along with, like how he always did.

Grandpa smiled, then opened the door.

A deep fear griped my heart: “I know grandpa is not coming back”.

I screamed on top of my lung, tried to chased after him…

It would be the 6th years since my grandfather passed away.