Who am I?

Remember your teenage? When you stayed for hours in front of the mirror in the bathroom, questioned yourselves: Who am I?; Am I only a good-for-nothing one? ; Why do I look so ugly?; Why was I born in this family, where no one understands me?; What should I do to be cool?,etc.
I'm glad, this difficult time only happens once in life.

Sayonara (Goodbye)

 

"Humans are the first species in the world able to foresee their own extinction." - Rama Hughes, an illustrator.

Let's cry for the future which is already predicted.

(Ink and coloured pencils on paper, 10x15cm)

Butterflies in her stomach

"Schmetterlinge im Bauch" (english, Butterflies in her stomach).
She fell in love. Everytime she saw him, she got butterflies in her stomach. He never knew, he never knew.

(Ink, marker, coloured pencil on paper)

Lyra, her Iorek and Kaisa

I started reading "The Golden Compass", the first novel in Philip Pullman's "His Dark Materials" trilogy in May and can't help continuing to read the second and the third.

"Lyra, her Iorek and Kaisa"
(Ink and watercolor on paper, 10x10cm)

(In case you don't know, who these three are:

• Lyra, the protagonist, is a 12-year-old girl, who grew up without parents at Jordan College in Oxford, a fictional college created by Pullman for his trilogy "His Dark Materials". She travelled later to North Pole to rescue her best friend Roger, who was kidnapped for a cruel experience, and to meet her father, Lord Asriel.
• Iorek, the polar bear king, was outcast by his bear society, before he met Lyra. Thanks to her clever idea, he won an important fight and became the King. Since then, he named her Lyra Silvertongue.
• Kaisa, the gray goose, is a witch's Dæmon.)
  

Little Red Riding Hood

"Let's be friends, Mr. Wolf!"

"Little Red Riding Hood" is one of the best-known fairy tales of Brothers Grimm.

Veronica in Love

Veronica is head over heels in love again.
She dances. She sings. She curls her beautiful golden hair. Because of him...
Oh, I see, the lonesome winter is over, the sunny summer is near.
Do you feel Love in the air?
Don't you think, Love is just like spring sprouts covering not only your garden, but also your cold, dried heart?

In Memory of "The Adventures of Nezaika and His Friends"

Nikolay Nosov's "The Adventures of Neznaika and His Friends" (Title in Vietnamese: Cuộc phiêu lưu của Mít Đặc và các bạn) used to be one of my favorite books, when I was a child. When I drew these tiny pictures, I remembered how I enjoyed the story and adored its beautiful illustration. For old times' sake...

Lily of the Valley. Ring the bell to wake the Spring.

A song for You. The sun sets in the sky, rises in our hearts.

Summer blowball. Boys are all stupid.

A Flight to Remember. Friends, we're going to land in the Wonderland.

Fishing alone. You never know which fortune life could bring you.

For you, Veronica...

I drew this picture for you, my beloved Veronica.
I never drew for someone before. Sometimes I really wanted to create something special for my friends. I never did it well. My head was empty. My fingers didn't want to move as they should do. The result was always a failure. You see, I cannot draw on purpose. But you're the first person, who I drew for. I heard your joke, that you accidently swallowed an orange seed and wondered if the seed would sprout and turn into a big tree. It impressed me so deeply, that I decided to create a picture of this story.

"I swallowed an orange seed several months ago. My brown hair suddenly turned red and I felt warm in my stomach, gently warm. The human language started to sound strange, so I listened more often to the wind and all plants in my garden. Oddly, I understood all their silent words clearly. How beautiful they are! The warmth of the sun, the eternal blue of the sky, the nice smell of the earth, they are flowing in my veins. I know this day will come. It is not the seed, but I, who is turning into an orange tree."

Happy Birthday to my Happy Hippo!

"I really like you, Midori. A lot."
"How much is a lot?"
"Like a spring bear," I said.
"A spring bear?" Midori looked up again. "What's that all about? A
spring bear."

"You're walking through a field all by yourself one day in spring, and
this sweet little bear cub with velvet fur and shiny little eyes comes
walking along. And he says to you, "Hi, there, little lady. Want to
tumble with me?' So you and the bear cub spend the whole day in each
other's arms, tumbling down this clover-covered hill. Nice, huh?"
"Yeah. Really nice."
"That's how much I like you."
(Chapter 9- Norwegian Wood- Murakami Haruki)

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Hippo! Hope all your wishes will come true.