Thank you for having this place to share my latest paintings.
Thank you also for every good friend I know here.
On the way of painting and creation, I have more courage and confidence.
It also gave me the power to continue to create and put these postcards into reality...
This is the image given by the old tiles on the grandfather's home.
Grandpa is a retired primary school principal.
In Grandpa's favorite piano ground,
There is a big beautiful tile.
When I was a child, I often played under the piano.
Also watching these old tiles grow up...
Grandpa is now eighty years old.
Occasionally forget who I am...~
Old tiles, like grandpa...
Although I forget who I am, I can still play several songs on the piano.
One evening, I stay with him like that.
Singing on old brick flowers...
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Ancient floor tiles and wall tiles tell ancient stories.
It's like the grandfather's floor tiles.
Also tells about the passing bustling...
If it is a round,
Beating the rhythm of three beats,
The old brick flower was in the evening sun,
Faded shadows
Shining dazzling light...
I seem to see boys and girls wearing flared trousers and long gingham skirts.
Dance in the middle of the gorgeous square...
