My artist father

My father really enjoys of creating and he never had the chance of

 work in art in a professional way as he likes.

but I know him as an artist!an artist how made my childhood night dreams magical

with his painting, sculpturing, and storytelling whose made just for us.

a snowing day

After a short time snowing

The room became full of sun

It seemed graceful sun, and everyone could hear sparrows’ happiness,

Opened the door and looked at the sky, sparrows were screaming, a pigeon was flying. A crow was calling her child…

surrender

I will surrender myself to you at sunshine

my ancestor -3

my ancestor -2

my ancestor

A part of us is in the past,

When our ancestor cried, laughed, felled in love, slept, enjoyed, pained, Suicide…

We were making ourselves .