I received a feedback recently which I think it's worth mentioning here in this column. Long ago in 2001, I replicated a pastel work to pay tribute to the acclaimed British artist, Dennis Frost (1925-1982) but it was until the birth of this site that this work could be published. After all these years, I was surprised that I had got a reply from his son, Tim Frost. It's definitely a warm and grateful message from a distance. It's my honour to have got in touch with the family member of my admired artist.
I don't know Dennis personally. All I know about him is from his artworks. Nevertheless, his works are already enough to fascinate me. I'm passionate in pastel drawing and Mr. Frost's works inspire me a lot. The feeling is unspeakable. Art can really convey the spirit of an artist without constraints on time and boundary.
This honour will be always treasured deep down in my heart.
Love is a one-way expression, not two-way.
Love is a sacrifice with no harvest.
Giving care but expecting for a return is not love, it is just selfishness, or you can rationalise it as an investment.
Giving care for manipulating someone's life is also not love, it is a shame, or you can beautify it as a trading.
So can you distinguish between what is love and what is not?
I must say that I have deliberately stopped making new friends these years. The definition of friends for me is the individuals with whom I can share my life, not the ones who work with me, nor the ones who chat with me under a business umbrella. Those are not my friends, they are just someone I know or work with. Friendship needs to be built upon time and history, even fights and tears.
With the growth of my age, the number of my friends has been trimmed down to a single digit. It sounds fragile but I feel happy with this simple human relationship, precious but not complicated. This helps reduce much of bullshit and save more time for contemplation and observation about this world.friend, sad