my father is sick and has been lying in bed for months. When I visited him last November he told me that a sparrow had flown into his room and sort of stayed there for a short while. my father has dementia...but I believed him when he said that.
I made this painting of him with the said sparrow after I left Singapore.
I saw an old couple at the cemetery today. the way they moved, the way they dressed, the calm, solemn expressions on their faces, all left a deep impression on me. so I made these paintings inspired by what I saw.