|Lotus at Kandang Kerbau Hospital Lotus Pond.|
This day commemorates and celebrates the
In the midst of my sketching/painting, I suddenly thought of my paternal grandfather. Not sure why. Was it the music I was listening to, or the statuettes of Bodhisattvas that lined his residential shrine? I am not sure. I hardly know the man, except that he was my father’s father and he’s brother (my granduncle) was a sailor. Anyway, I let the thought come in and out of my contemplation as I recorded the flowers pictorially and in watercolours, before me.
Like the withered and brown ones in the pond, the man, my grandfather had passed away years ago and like the pods left standing in the sparkling green waters, his body has also gone to seed.