In Vietnam, the poinciana flower is a symbol of the student’s age, because its blooming season coincides with the end of the school year, the farewell season of many generations of students.
One of my friends has asked me to paint a kind of flower. I was usually not successful with flower, but I would like to try.
Here’s the result.
At the beginning we sat in the middle of the park, but we had to move several times because of the rain. Ran in the rain, laughed a lot….It brought me back to my childhood.
Thanks a lot my lovely friends!
I am inspired by the cover image on Kitaro‘s album “Thinking of you”.
Acrylic on paper, 15×21 cm
I loved painting when I was little, unluckily at that moment most of Vietnamese people thought that artist was not a poor job. No-one in my family encouraged me to do it. I stopped painting sinds I was eight or nine, I can not remember exactly.
Since I have been living here, I knew many western people (Dutch, Russian, Romanian….) paint very well. I admire them. I had never thought that I could paint or draw. I even did not ask any of them giving me a guide, although my farther in-law, my friends are artist. Painting was not my concern.
One day of January, one of my classmate took her new painting to class. It was beautiful. I asked her to teach me. And she said yes! A few days after I came to her house and she gave me a first lesson.
If she had refused me, I had never gone back to painting. I recognize that the love for painting is never disappear in my heart. Thank you very much Julia for waking up my hobby.