The World of Tai Tai

Another picture I painted. To me the tigers mouth is a bit small.

Took the challenge to paint a tiger. Not easy but what a learning experience! Should be able to finish by next week.

At school, I have always been reprimanded for my bad English.  It does not mean that I teach broken English all the time.  Every now and then, my head of department tells me that some parents have complained about my poor proficiency. When I ask her to give me their contact numbers, her face is a mask of uneasiness and she will  claim that they wish to be anonymous. To find out if my English was really inferior to that of my colleagues, I secretly checked their record books one day and found out that their lesson plans were riddled with lots of atrocious errors.  Occasionally, I enter their lessons as a relief teacher and I will take it upon myself to scrutinize their students' exercise books. What I usually find out never fails to give me a shock. Many properly written sentences are crossed and the so-called correct ones suggested by the teachers are totally ungrammatical. Let me share with you one of the examples:       * The book belonged t...

Since my father was taken ill, I have been taking a school bus to work.  Every day, I have to wake up very early in the morning, do my ablutions in a half-asleep fashion before waiting outside the gate for the bus.  Surrounded by darkness, except for the dim street lights, most of the residents are still in slumberland. The morning air is cool and the stillness is occasionally punctuated by the sound of housewives stir-frying rice and the slow trickle of traffic plying the road in the dis­tance.  I stand drowsily at the gate, watching my dog scratching itself as the time creeps by. At 5.20 a.m, the sleek outline of a school bus, heralded by two flashing, yellow orbs of headlights, looms large at the junction to my neighbourhood. When the bus stops at my gate, I heave myself on board.  Mr. Teo makes sure that  all the bags are consigned to the boot so everyone has space to sit.   Despite the fact that I am a forty six year-old teacher, I rece...

My art teacher gave me a good scolding(unreservedly harsh) for overlooking some minor details in this painting. With her help I finally got it done but the wrong number of pipa strings was beyond repair(most pipas have four strings, only a few have six). My art teacher asked me to give it a title. After much thinking I decided to name this piece 'Light and Tune'. At the same time, a thirteen-year-old boy had also finished his first acrylic painting. Isn't it an artistic work?

The three pictures below show the progress of my first piece of acrylic painting. I haven't finished it yet and may add finishing touches this Friday. Applying base colours on convas Layer after layer of colours are applied Vandyke brown is added to enhance shadowy areas