When my classes are over, I take the brushes and use the students’ leftover oils to paint in total freedom and pleasure through sadness along with the longings born of this difficult period.
Blue Lao words flow with the compositions surging out from my imaginary world, forming poetry.
When my classes are over, I take the brushes and use the students’ leftover oils to paint in total freedom and pleasure through sadness along with the longings born of this difficult period.
Blue Lao words flow with the compositions surging out from my imaginary world, forming poetry.