
Self Portrait


I practice pencil drawing as a hobby with no real foundational skills. This is about friendship with fellow blogger Rob from Friends without Borders instead of showcasing my art work.
I did this sketch based on a picture Rob provided to me. It took me almost a year to complete it. It’s not because I am a slow sketcher. It’s because a life event stopped the project for over ten months. I was glad that I completed (the best I can) by the end of 2023.
Thank my friendship with Rob!


My heart is an island
Your eyes are the ocean
Your shoulder is the land
Our love shimmers
from the view of an airplane

Humbly pray
in fetal position
Supplication has merit
Thanksgiving opens heaven’s gate

lost in the swamp of heat
without relief, reprieve
disintegrate into ash
cease to exist

杨柳青袖随风摇
亭台青瓦傲立高
竹林深处露湖光
东园梦里忆故人

slash the wrist of muted winter
snow bleeds flaming leaves
hang heavily on earthy branches
break the spell of seasonal blues

This poem was written using this drawing practice as a prompt.
Drawing is a process
of getting to know him
more
through the fine lines
he acquired
from the pain
of raising them
alone

Drawing of an old man (in progress)
