Life in Parallel Frames

There is somewhere I could hide my happiness and sadness during a two years stay in a very colourful and peceful town. That is a paint-brush and a paper with blocks on it to rander all my emotion with colours. If our life be straight lines paralle to each other never intertwine, there is still an enormous attraction for all of us that might be like a hurricane or a black hole.

To the Horizon

In the lexicon of youth, there is hope, ambition and eagerness. I had loaded these in my back-pack and started my journey to look for the truth of life. The beginning of the journey is somewhere in my childhood. The line between youth and childhood

Last Sketch with an Old Friend

It was a long time that I did not get a chance to draw sketches with the small ink pen received as a present from a colleague friend. Yesterday, I was in sorrow that I was trying to clean my room. I found out that little ink pen and remember the days that she and I painted with that little ink pen together in Yangon Institute of Economics. We were sometimes painting in our lecture books.

The Manuha Temple

Photo:The master piece of an extreme art.

It is one of the famous temple in Bagan, old ancient city in Myanmar. If someone go there, they would have experience with the various legends which are related to the temples and the royal families. It is a tourist destination in Myanmar. More than that,