works of ange

simple fields

2009-04-22T09:25:00.005+08:00

simple fields
medium: watercolour
size: A5

actually i wanted to practice painting clouds
well it didn't turn out how i wanted it.

my sleepy little one

2009-04-22T09:06:00.005+08:00

my sleepy little one
medium: charcoal & watercolour
size: A3

a very quick sketch of her while she's rarely still.
she's usually chasing butterfiles,
mopping the floor or skinning lizards.

ewan 2008

2008-08-31T17:50:00.004+08:00

he's a jack russell but we call him captain jack sparrow sometimes as he is blind in one eye. he loves looking out of the window and watching the world go by.
medium: watercolour
size: A3

vespaboy

2008-01-25T11:20:00.000+08:00

a vespa for a boy, 2006

medium: watercolour & acrylic

size: A5

this drawing has been kept in an envelope

till recently decently framed, at last

a cinnamon for my love

2007-08-25T21:50:00.000+08:00

this smelly cat is the best smelling dog i know
medium: watercolour
size: A3

the nomad girl

2007-04-17T15:07:00.000+08:00

the nomad girl
medium: watercolour
size: A5

the name

inspired by a friend

the lines

my obsession speaking

the cypress trees

2007-03-26T14:49:00.000+08:00

the cypress trees
medium: acryclic on canvas
size: 20 x 10 inches

this is my first attempt on canvas;

a painting after a 6-month hiatus;

my current state of mind

lines

2007-03-25T15:42:00.000+08:00

lines
medium: acrylic on paper
size: A3

are lines just rules we follow

or possibilities that lead us anywhere?

(an seemingly incomplete piece)

3s

2007-03-25T15:07:00.000+08:00

medium: acrylic on canvas
size: 12 x 12 inches

these come in 3s;

3 paintings of the same look;

waiting to dress up the living room

2007-01-30T13:24:00.000+08:00

This would be the moment to say yes. Say yes to your destiny. You are a little frustrated because things have not been moving forward as you want. But now that opportunities are coming your way, you find yourself holding things up. Come, come. You are just afraid, that's all. But rather than let your fear overtake you, transform its energy to work to your advantage.

(horoscope reading 30 jan 2007)

yellow

2006-10-14T12:26:00.000+08:00

yellow, wasted tree
medium: acrylic
size: A5

Look at the stars
look how they shine for you
and everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow

I came along, I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called "Yellow"

So then I took my turn
Oh what a thing to have done
And it was all "Yellow"

And Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
You know
You know I love you so

I swam across, I jumped across for you
Oh what a thing to do
'Cuz you were all yellow

I drew a line; I drew a line for you
Oh what a thing to do
And it was all "Yellow"

And your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know
For you I'd bleed myself dry

- coldplay

a meow, for a friend

2006-10-09T21:59:00.000+08:00

a meow, for a friend, 2004
medium: watercolour
size: A5

cycling in the wind

2006-10-09T21:54:00.000+08:00

cycling in the wind, gullane, scotland
medium: acrylic
size: A3

a postcard from amsterdam

2006-10-09T21:50:00.000+08:00

a postcard from amsterdam
medium: watercolour
size: A3

A secret kept even from ourselves:

how bridges are falling

between the imagined word

and the spoken one,

between what I say

and what you actually hear.

If you could slow

time down, perhaps you might even

hear them falling.

Bridges of years our hearts

have signed away to crumble,

collapse down the middle,

leaving behind a gasp of air

between two banks, wide

with unspoken truths,

a thousand pleas for empathy.

New bridges are rising into form,

incompletion, then falling away.

Maybe it is this moment of our lives,

when the bridges left standing

are the ones we miss,

when the ones we did not mean to build

we built from betrayal,

regret, guilt and loss.

- by Cyril Wong

little india

2006-10-09T21:48:00.000+08:00

little india, singapore
medium: watercolour
size: A3

raffles house

2006-10-09T21:44:00.000+08:00

raffles house, fort canning hill
medium: watercolour
size: A3

winding road, scotland

2006-10-09T21:41:00.000+08:00

winding road, gullane, scotland
medium: acrylic
size: A3

Careless strokes draped the canvas
like thoughtless words rained over parched heart.
Do you see a silver lining where angels sing
or just solemn tears waiting to fall?

snow-capped mountains

2006-10-09T21:38:00.000+08:00

snow-capped mountain, europe
medium: watercolour
size: A3

garden, australia

2006-10-09T21:36:00.000+08:00

garden, australia
medium: watercolour
size: A3

purple tree

2006-10-09T21:33:00.000+08:00

purple tree, australia
medium: watercolour
size: A3

The walk down the road

with you

i wish it never ends

buangkok, the last kampung

2006-10-09T21:30:00.000+08:00

buangkok, the last kampung of Singapore
medium: watercolour
size: A3

nature reserve

2006-10-09T21:10:00.000+08:00

bukit timah hill, singapore
medium: watercolour
size: A3

Dance me to your beauty

with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic

'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch

and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty

when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving

like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly

what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now,

dance me on and on

Dance me very tenderly

and dance me very long

We're both of us beneath our love,

we're both of us above

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children

who are asking to be born

Dance me through the curtains

that our kisses have outworn

Raise a tent of shelter now,

though every thread is torn

Dance me to the end of love

- Leonard Cohen, from the movie "Lost and Found"

clubs & pubs

2006-10-09T21:09:00.000+08:00

clubs & pubs, mohd sultan road
medium: watercolour
size: A3

boats

2006-10-09T21:02:00.000+08:00

boats, changi village
medium: watercolour
size: A3

you and your photographs of departure
that repeated metaphor of departure
or simply the possibility of a voyage?

what you cannot tell me you tell me
with a vessel and its single passenger,
eyes fixed on some skylit conclusions.

set apart and starkly upon a canvas
of tractable waves, brought to still
by the trigger-click of your camera,
like the sound a key makes
when it releases the lock.

your heart became that lock; these images how you have
always articulated distance, a withdrawal.

darling, there are just as many ways
of saying goodbye as there are ways
of letting you go.

the boat is narrow
like the width of my heart after
impossible loss, cruel resignation;
this heart you ride in.

love, if this is how you choose to leave me
let me let you.

- cyril wong, below:absence

spottiswood park

2006-10-09T21:01:00.000+08:00

spottiswood park, singapore
medium: watercolour
size: A3

taichung, taiwan 2004

2006-10-09T20:32:00.000+08:00

taichung, taiwan 2004
medium: watercolour
size: A3

emerald hill

2006-10-09T20:30:00.000+08:00

emerald hill
medium: watercolour
size: A3

step a little closer

i could almost feel your breath

lean a little nearer

let the sacred words be just a whisper away

stay a little longer

let me immense myself in this moment

love a little bit more

and this could go on forever

mount fuji 1999

2006-10-09T20:28:00.000+08:00

mount fuji 1999
medium: watercolour
Size: A3

vineyard

2006-10-09T20:20:00.000+08:00

vineyard, europe
medium: watercolour
size: A3

mama

2006-10-09T20:17:00.000+08:00

my mama
medium: graphite
size: A3

big ben

2006-10-09T20:12:00.000+08:00

big ben, london
medium: watercolour
Size: A3

They have been sitting too long in their little space
eagerly waiting for lights off and music starts
Paints of different shades swim with each other
to become pools of romantic hues

Lemon yellow shyly invites hooker's green
to dance against that forestry summer green
I love the way cobalt blue romances alizarin crimson
to present a purple one can only see when weaving dreams

I wish the sky is always a blend of ultramarines
with a feathery touch of cerulean blue
at the spot a young cloud is waiting for her love

Oh the brush mistook poor vermillion for burnt sienna!
Who is constantly forgotten as others always outshine her
and now badly covered in a coat of brown algae
I see why cobalt violet prefers her solitude
since her dates always turn out bad

Some say the results are childlike
while others say they spell loneliness
I say they are simply me
and the products of my nonchalance