This piece is about an emotion. It’s a sketch inspired by an image of the Methuselah tree (Pinus longaeva). I watched a Bible-based movie where I remembered the part where Methuselah was hysterically happy as the great flood appeared before him. It was like... Have you ever had that moment—the feeling of celebrating instead of panicking or worrying about dying? That "Finally! I think I'm going to die!" moment? This craft is inspired by that emotion. I want that kind of feeling.

Methuselah died at the age of 969—if I’m not mistaken. I want to be like that… living long enough to witness all the generations that have passed. It’s almost like embracing the grand finale of a life well-lived, not with fear, but with the ultimate sense of fulfillment and humor at the absurdity of it all. To live long enough to laugh at the ridiculousness of all the generations before you. Imagine seeing history repeat itself over and over, just in different outfits. Must be hilarious and enlightening at the same time!

And then, finally, your moment comes. You realize how grateful you are to have felt all those emotions, lived through all those eras, and witnessed it all. What a life that would be.

For the love of crafting digitally... This was made from a different sketch, or it's a second created image from a different one. The colors represent my excitement as I use different brushes digitally. It’s so different from traditional art—just tap, tap, tap, no physical mess!

How about you? Is there anything that makes you feel excited, even a simple one? Whatever it is... you deserve to have it! 😉

Out of all the whatever crafts I made, 😆 this is my favorite. Simply because I can still see it even in the dark—when the lights are off, it still radiates those colors. And that plant… it feels like it’s the only one standing, taking in the beauty of those colors, as if it’s standing alone beneath them, silently asking, "Give me one of those beautiful ones. I want it."—like a nutrient the plant desperately needs.

Do you have one of those things? Something you keep admiring, something that draws you in? Something that feels essential, like you can’t go without it? Maybe it’s a dream, a goal, or even a little moment that keeps you going. Let it inspire you.

This canvas-textured abstract is an accidental craft. I enjoy creating this kind of interconnected abstract because it connects to the whole structure. The shapes were placed randomly in spots where I felt they would create balance.

The choice of colors was also random, but the lighter and darker aspects were intentional, adding depth and contrast to the piece. 

The streaks of light rippling across the surface, casting a colorful glow like light refracting through a prism, were unintentional. While creating this, I felt something was missing, so I used a free digital resource from the software I work with. It turned out beautiful—almost like when you stand in that space, it pulls you in, giving off a portal-like vibe, as if transporting you somewhere beyond.

I enjoy digital crafting so much that I’m exploring different kinds of brushes—creating a look that resembles small bead-like or cross-stitch-style elements. Inspired by the beauty of nature, this style mimics embroidery patterns, beadwork, or digital cross-stitching, making it suitable for textile or craft designs.

Is there any craft that you enjoy that much? Something that makes you lose track of time? Even if it's writing, drawing, embroidery, or any craft you're into—let it bring you so much joy. 

As it shows… feathers are light, just like air. This image feels soft and dreamy, carrying the same gentle message. A delicate feather with a glowing red and pink outline seems to float effortlessly. Its single flutter drifts into a vibrant, wavy, multicolored pattern—a rainbow-like effect that symbolizes the feather’s beautiful soul, gently moving away.

Like a feather, you are meant to dance with the winds of life. Let go of the weight that holds you down, trust the breeze, and embrace the freedom to soar.

A Different Kind of Lens.

Everything follows its natural rhythm; it's just a matter of perspective. How you deal with things in a new setting depends on how you see them, but in the end, the essence remains unchanged. The scenery changes, the culture might shift, but at its core, life moves in familiar patterns.

Perspective is what makes it feel different. It’s not the world that changes—it’s how you see it. One person might see opportunity where another sees struggle. One might see chaos where another sees freedom. Same setting, different lens.

Everything is essentially the same, just seen differently—and that’s a powerful realization. It means you can adapt anywhere because you understand that the "new" is just a different version of the "old." Like switching camera angles in a movie—same story, different feel.

This little craft I made brings all those thoughts flooding back. It’s a quiet piece—but if you look closely, it tells a story. From bird to plane to van to house (destination?)—like a travel-themed art piece in disguise. It reflects movement, curiosity, and the subtle progression from one stage to another. And somehow, it mirrors my life in ways I didn’t expect. Do you believe our mind is a magnet? 

Which of these two feels more accurate to you? 

1. Whatever our minds think of, we attract? 

2. If we really want something, we have to put in the effort? 

Personally, I lean more toward the second. I believe in putting in the work to get what you want. But then, there are moments in life that make me pause and reconsider—and this artwork is one of them. 

I never owned a tangram puzzle as a child, but I loved playing with one. It was a borrowed toy, and I cherished it so much that I begged my father to make me one out of wood (since that’s his expertise). I was determined, and eventually, I had my own. Over time, I lost it—but I still treasure the memories of something that felt uniquely mine. 

As the years passed, I found myself standing in front of a spot I just happened to pass by, deep in thought. I wondered—how were people my age already in those tough jobs? My younger self thought it would be impossible, especially at such a young age without any background in those specific fields.  I admired them but never imagined I’d find myself in their shoes. Then one day, I found myself exactly where they were. It wasn’t planned. I was just... curious. It felt like curiosity quietly opened the door to a destination I never expected to reach. 

Sometimes, I think we have to live through certain moments to discover the answers our curiosity seeks. And honestly, I rarely resist where that curiosity leads me. One day, I found myself in a peaceful place I never imagined I would be, wondering what it would be like to sit there and lose track of time. When I finally did, I realized I was right. It became the most peaceful corner I had ever known. I was learning so much, surrounded by free-flowing knowledge—like an open space that teaches you and shapes you in the best ways. 

So again, I ask: does the mind really attract what it thinks of? Because I never chased after things I thought were out of reach—or those I was only casually curious about. I simply accepted that not everything I desire is meant to be mine. Only the things I can realistically, practically possess. I’m firm in my belief that if you truly want something, you need to put in the effort. Yet, there are still times when life gives me something I never actively sought—something I was simply curious about. Does the mind really attract? 

When I was a child, around 27 years ago, I used to always draw a rice field, a tiny house, and a tree behind it. One day, she took my pencil and, in her soft, sweet voice, said, "This is what you should draw"— a big rectangular house with a terrace. That was the only encounter I ever had with her. I didn’t know her then, and I don’t know her now, but in that moment, she was still mentally well. Now, she is not.

Sadly, she is a victim of violence. She was beautiful, delicate-looking, and had such fair skin—perhaps it made her seem more vulnerable to the monster who chose to hurt her. Her life is pitiful; if only she had been in a safer environment, protected from such cruelty. I don’t know where she is now—all I know is that she has been suffering from mental illness for the longest time.

As a child, when I learned what she was going through, I realized how cruel the real world is. Even in the province, where life seemed peaceful, I witnessed a mother with large bruises on her back. I woke from my slumber to the sound of a commotion and saw those bruises with my own eyes. She came to our house seeking help, hiding from her drunk husband who was hunting her.

I don’t know where they are now. Maybe they’ve moved on, or maybe they’ve found a better place. Whatever the case, what I witnessed as a child shaped me. I took it as a lesson and promised myself to be careful about whom I choose to be with. The lives of these victims are filled with regret—perhaps, when they were young, life was better, until they found themselves trapped with real monsters.

This canvas artwork is traditional. As I mentioned in my previous description, I enjoy creating abstract pieces that are interconnected by a single continuous line. If you follow the line, you’ll explore the entire image in an endless flow—but you may not even notice it due to the three overlapping shades: dark, medium, and light.  

For shading, I used standard pencils like the 4B and similar grades. These shades symbolize the different tones life throws at you—a deep darkness, a lighter shadow, and a subtle highlight. Yet, regardless of the shade, there is no color, making it dull and lifeless. It reflects the idea that “life may sometimes feel dull and colorless, but even within the shades, there is a story to be told.”  

The composition somewhat resembles scattered broken glass, yet with clean, precise cuts, suggesting fragmentation without chaos—a sense of controlled disorder. It is abstract, yet structured.