finding solace in the lack of light

finding headaches in the sunspots

finding disturbance in the sunsets and truth in the twilight

inspiration in the golden hours


hearing echoes in the water’s cries

and creaking of ancient oaks

and whispers of the wind – twisting & turning & writhing  in rhythm to the music of the rotation of the earth


 our souls are the ones that turn to water & air;

we live, we remain, we see the spiritual beauty in everything -

our legacy lives on

we inspire others

our love lasts till the end of the world & our job is to nurture that


suntime, paying rent with peanut butter, grandpa glasses

so basically, dana and i could pay rent with how much peanut butter we eat.

not really because hong kong is stupid expensive.

on another note, our plants are still generally doing well except our mysterious purple plants. they aren’t telling us what they need. kind of like how a baby can’t express himself.

but the rest are doing fine.

and i am now a grandpa.

that’s about all.


- s


sitting in my studio, which is my bed.

haven’t been creating much recently and have been sharing even less (which is nothing).

mostly due to the revelation i had tonight that i don’t ever want to share anything unless it’s perfect and deemed presentable – in my eyes. which is never.

so here’s some art journaling i’m doing. it’s the way i feel most myself. something about it kind of stirs my soul and tears me apart and calms me down simultaneously and i cannot quite figure it out, but i don’t think i really want to.


i bought a 100x70cm piece of paper the other day for $8 HKD, about $1 USD. I’ve cleared out the wall in my room so I can make that a space to hand paper and get intimate with huge pieces. this paper is borderline not big enough. i want to be immersed in something.


the paint’s dry now, so I’m going to get back to that.

the wooden thing i’m painting on that says axiom is leftover from more than a year ago. former roommate’s woodburning exploration.

speaking of which, wattage in HK is too powerful for my woodburner from home, so i have to look into getting another one.

also, i’m jamming out to this playlist. check it out.


- s

[ found ]

And I must work thro’ months of toil,
And years of cultivation,
Upon my proper patch of soil
To grow my own plantation.
I’ll take the showers as they fall,
I will not vex my bosom;
Enough if at the end of all
A little garden blossom.

[ amphion : tennyson ]

i’ve been away finding myself.

back now.

click the pictures to read descriptions.

much love

- s

hello. travel.

i am getting ready to escape to the philippines for a week.

desperately need to be immersed in nature.

and with amazing people who love me and i love them and we’ve known each other since i’ve been in hk pretty much.


so i won’t be posting for several days.

in the meantime, here are some things that say hello.

the pigeons on the next building out my bedroom window.

the tai chi people who were very friendly to me, doing their thing on the mountain behind my school.

hong kong park on a superhothumid day.

much love,

- s


DIY/crafty things in hong kong aren’t as easy as they are back home. there’s no home depot, no wal-mart…even grocery shopping can mean going to 2/3 different stores to get everything needed. (i’m blessed to have several local stores and an open fruit/veg market almost directly downstairs from my building)

but this isn’t about food. since Dana moved in, we’re revamping the house. we’ve switched the curtains around (literally) so they’re khaki instead of blue. we’re going to find different vinyl and make our fridge gray (probably) instead of blue. we even have shark jaws to somehow mount on the wall (SUGGESTIONS FOR HOW TO DO THIS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED).

Up in our enormous storage cabinet i found a wooden frame (which i kept after ripping off the canvas back in the fall, figuring i would one day find use for it, whether it be a week or a century in the future) that was horribly pale and sickly. of course we decided to do something with it. after a brainstorming session, the idea is putting it on the wall and using it as a detached ‘frame’ for something inside. we’re gonna play that one by ear, but what we do know is that we love old rustic things and that’s kind of the feel we want for the house.

this guy, however, was not looking up to our standards. i remembered reading once about soaking steel wool in vinegar overnight and using that to age the wood. so having no idea what i was doing, i decided to give it a go. in a small bowl i put a ball of steel wool and filled it halfway with white vinegar. the next night i spread out on the floor to test it out.

it worked perfectly. the corners were a little hard to stain but i just used my finger to guide the nasty liquid to the gaps. it smelled pretty weird and my hands were stained a little for another day, and smelled metallic when i washed them. but it was fairly easy to wash off and the wood looks great.

so that’s what i did a couple of nights ago.


- s