Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Le Ye's Drawing of flowers
This is Le Ye's first drawing with me. He thinks that he does not know how to draw a flower. I think that his flowers look very delicate and the picture looks very balanced.

Sunday, March 16, 2008
1982 Drawings - Philippines
The air-stewardness on board the Philippines Air Lines plane I took to Manila.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
1980 - East Coast of Malaysia
Many years ago I made a trip to the East Coast of West Malaysia with a friend taking the night bus from Singapore and arriving at Kuantan at daybreak. We hung around the bus station and caught a local bus to Rantau Abang along the stretch of beach where giant leatherback turtles laboured up the steep slopes of the white-sand beach to lay their precious eggs.
We stayed in some wooden chalets (huts) for SGD$5 a night where we got to sleep on thin mattresses on wooden platforms in a room furnished with nothing else. The kampong-like surroundings came with free-roaming chickens and ducks, coconut trees on dirt-black sand, a well and a few planks across a ditch running parallel to the beach.
The owner of the chalets was a young man called Hakim.
This is the 'lounge' where we could order food and watch TV to keep in touch with the world outside of this laid-back environment dominated by caucasians seeking the sun, the sand and the sea.
This is my friend with whom I shared this memorable holiday with during the early years of our youth.
The bathroom was open-air with coconut fronds over our heads and flimsy planks around us while we bathed in our T-shirts.
These sketches were made at the bus-station in Kuantan and on the bus back to Singapore.
Typical makciks (Aunties) probably going to a nearby town to visit relatives.
A mother with her two sons waiting patiently for the bus.
In small towns, goats roamed freely before the slaughter.
I cannot remember how I did this sketch because the ladies were seated behind me diagonally across the aisle. It must have been tiring for me to keep turning back to draw this picture.
We stayed in some wooden chalets (huts) for SGD$5 a night where we got to sleep on thin mattresses on wooden platforms in a room furnished with nothing else. The kampong-like surroundings came with free-roaming chickens and ducks, coconut trees on dirt-black sand, a well and a few planks across a ditch running parallel to the beach.
The owner of the chalets was a young man called Hakim.
This is the 'lounge' where we could order food and watch TV to keep in touch with the world outside of this laid-back environment dominated by caucasians seeking the sun, the sand and the sea.
This is my friend with whom I shared this memorable holiday with during the early years of our youth.
The bathroom was open-air with coconut fronds over our heads and flimsy planks around us while we bathed in our T-shirts.
These sketches were made at the bus-station in Kuantan and on the bus back to Singapore.
Typical makciks (Aunties) probably going to a nearby town to visit relatives.
A mother with her two sons waiting patiently for the bus.
In small towns, goats roamed freely before the slaughter.
I cannot remember how I did this sketch because the ladies were seated behind me diagonally across the aisle. It must have been tiring for me to keep turning back to draw this picture.
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