Oil on Canvas
120 x 160cm
My brother asked me to paint him something dark. So this idea of a vehicle jumping into the night appeared suddenly in my head. Some random elements around it, such as the sunset sky that I actually saw above the West lake of Hanoi, or the walls of rocks during a spectacular trek inside Hang Tien cave in Quang Binh province, and the pool. To sum up, the idea of the painting can be felt by this note below. Happy birthday, my dear brother.
"At the end of the day. That's such a soothing phrase, I always waited to hear at the end of many episodes on Grey's Anatomy. Movies and music, they always teach us some lessons.
The first day at work with so many things to do, in the end, it's over. That phrase once again appears in my head, for me to fill its incompleteness: "At the end of the day, ...". What do I see after all of these years? A few things, most come and go, but there's one thing increasing: feeling. Isn't it beautiful to feel too much, or is it a trauma for living a life making questions every single day?
At the end of the day, I see myself. In any piece of paintings, songs or movies... yes. A true reflection of someone who has always been looking for love. At the end of the day, when all our work is over, the feelings get condensed, slowly dominating our empty hearts... And for sure, on the way home, instead of the front rear, we would see the outside of the window, to the dark trees, to the street lights, to the sky, to the sea of people, or anywhere in between. All those feelings become so thick that they make us unbreathable. But again, at the end of the day, we come home. We would treat ourselves to a good meal. And we slowly breathe the feelings out, regain our state of mind, to know that love is everywhere. We just look for it, and it will be with us, in any form. Just keep breathing in slowly, breathing out slowly, breathe.... Don't feel too much. Keep breathing!" - 4/1/21 -