How much we spent on our groceries from Pingo Doce, Portugal ..read more

Practising what I've learnt from Marc Taro Holmes' class, Sketching People in Motion. I can finally visualise myself sketching on location ..read more

Lately, I kept going back and forth wanting to try out watercolour as a possible medium for me ..read more

At the time of writing, it’s day three of living in Portugal. We are still easing in, so we don’t have the brain space to plan a full groceries list for cooking at home. But, we bought some ready-cooked food, bread, salad, cheese and cold cuts for sandwiches from the nearby supermarket, Continente. And today ..read more

I bought Holbein watercolour because I read and researched that even a beginner should go for artist-grade watercolour and not student grade, because the pigments are just different ..read more

Practising what I've learnt from Marc Taro Holmes' class, Sketching People in Motion. I can finally visualise myself sketching on location ..read more

Lately, I kept going back and forth wanting to try out watercolour as a possible medium for me ..read more

Know who you are Never get swayed by the world But if you do you’ll find Me waiting for you where you’ve left Me in search of yourself —when all you’ve been searching for was given to you when I called you—MY BELOVED CHILD. Within the noise of the world, came a whisper…know who you are. An invitation to come home. Ponder… What are the things, if any, that you are swayed by? That distracted you from who you truly are?  In the quiet part of your soul, are you—filled? Or are you—a dry shell? Perhaps this is an invitation to come home. Subscribe   ..read more

Can you see me smile? I try to smile harder, beneath the mask I try to let you see, I love you Beneath the mask, I offer you A flower from my heart. In a sea (of physical distancing) people, smiles shielded with 3-ply, 5-ply and what have yous masks, we can still be kind. We can still love. We can still smile at one another. Because a smile comes from the heart. And what’s from the heart, even if it can’t be seen in these strange times, it can be felt. Writer’s note: I love this. My heart danced when I wrote this poem. It started with an idea of trying to smile harder, trying to make my smile ..read more

We were soaked in the rain. Willingly soaked. Well, except for the upper half of our body, kept dry because we were protected in hiking-worthy (though we weren’t hiking) rain jackets. Me, in a striking red coloured one. My husband, a cool black. Just the two of us, deliriously happy. As no sane person would wanna be willingly out in the rain. It was around three in the afternoon. “I’m gonna go walk on the beach now,” I said to my husband. The sky has just opened up to let some tiny drops of rain down. “Ah, it’s still safe to walk. Only a slight drizzle,” I assured myself. As I strolled along ..read more