Some of the most vivid childhood memory are rooted in the family garden. Flowers, bugs, “make believe” games…, Dad worked tirelessly on the “Scholars rock” of his dream, patiently explained the essence of classical Chinese abstract art of appreciating a macrocosm in a piece of rock.

Somehow, beholding fantasia hidden amidst the surroundings becomes part of me. Leonardo Da Vinci summarized it as “...the mind is stimulated to new inventions by obscure things…” (Isaacson, 2017).

James Turrell’s concepts about light and perception inspire me to experiment tiny light source peeking through colors. In my garden, my unconventional approach towards photography blossoms.

I day dream as I always do; I observe and imagine as Da Vinci advised.  When the reality wilts under macro lens, shades and shapes transform to surreal storylines evoking the emotion of long forgotten past.  Hence, photography becomes fictitious expressions of boundless imagination.

To see a world in a grain of sand and to see heaven in a flower, my mind, where memory mingle with fantasy and reality converse with emotion, depicts the universe I see and believe.