Gloomy day, just the right weather to join my aunt and sister to visit my uncle’s grave.  My aunt reminded us that it has been 1 year, 1 month, and x days since my uncle passed away.  She still misses uncle a lot, but less so than the last time we saw her, may time continue to help with the healing.

Uncle’s passing away was probably the most influential event of my year 2017.  I came to realise how meaningless my designing work has been, I mean what’s the point of designing things that cannot help a patient on his sickbed?  I halted my designing work and started spending more and more time indulging in art.  That’s probably when I unofficially began my (starving) artist journey, and I’ve been practicing brush and ink almost daily since then.

More than a year has passed, my brush and ink skill has improved considerably, and I’ve completed my brush and ink portraiture series of endangered species (~150 animal portraits).  Keeping myself occupied with black and white art seems to have helped with the healing as I no longer wetted my face with tears at my uncle’s grave today.

“It’s time to let go and move on,” I told myself.