I have always been moved by the first burst of fireworks, that fleeting instant when light briefly transforms the night sky into something extraordinary.
In Afterimage #01, I do not paint fireworks. Instead, a single gerbera and delicate baby's breath emerge against a black bouquet wrapper, carrying the same sensation of brilliance appearing out of darkness.
Flowers and fireworks share a quiet truth. Their beauty is never meant to stay. Yet long after they disappear, something of them remains with us—an afterimage, held in memory.
2026
Acrylic on handmade canvas.
35cm(L) x 25.5cm(W)
Delivery
Free delivery within Singapore.
For international delivery, please write in to enquire.
I have always been moved by the first burst of fireworks, that fleeting instant when light briefly transforms the night sky into something extraordinary.
In Afterimage #01, I do not paint fireworks. Instead, a single gerbera and delicate baby's breath emerge against a black bouquet wrapper, carrying the same sensation of brilliance appearing out of darkness.
Flowers and fireworks share a quiet truth. Their beauty is never meant to stay. Yet long after they disappear, something of them remains with us—an afterimage, held in memory.
2026
Acrylic on handmade canvas.
35cm(L) x 25.5cm(W)
Delivery
Free delivery within Singapore.
For international delivery, please write in to enquire.
