About

Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things. It is scattered in every part of our life, glittering, waiting for someone to pick them up and collect them into books. Looking back, I prudently pick every debris —— and the whole image brought me back into 2010.

I used to live with my grandparents, who was fond of traditional Chinese culture. For him, the greatest leisure was no other than painting, calligraphy and doing the seal cutting all day around in his quaint cane chair. As a child, I curiously observed him and he often invited me to comment on his latest artworks. By observing, I gradually found myself fell in love with art. 

Initially, I learned some useful brushstroke techniques from my grandfather, but later on, I studied Chinese painting formally in grade one and calligraphy in grade six. Roaming in the art world, time quickly passed by. Those carps and sparrows seemed lively, even the opaque seal scripts become lovely. I was hooked by the aesthetic ideology and hoped to acquire a more innovative creative task.

One day I was browsing Instagram aimlessly and suddenly an image jumped out of my eyes. It was a blogger who shared her bullet journal with gorgeously decorated patterns and paintings. Deeply fascinated by it and knew what I need to do is a notebook, some colour pens and tapes,  I decided to give it a try. Starting from junior one, now I have seven bullet journal books and I gradually develop my own system of doing it. Through exploring and making different attempts, my system includes two main subjects. One involves daily time management and analysis, another records my travelling route. Now, when I randomly pick one and turn to any pages, all of the memories flooding to me in the blink of an eye.

In other words, Bullet journaling carries too much memory debris and mean so much to me. It not only serves as a daily tracker but also a reminder as well as a happy recorder. I felt so proud of my bullet journal that my friend even praised it as an artwork. The mundane or ordinary are all chances for inspiration. Not only that past history did I cherished, but also the present time that I paint, do bullet journals and calligraphy did I appreciated. There’s no such thing as distractions when I am fully engaged in the creative flow. Art exists everywhere and every time, the point is how can we catch it. Catching it and spreading beauty to more people, that’s the thing that makes me happiest.