Charity work with SALA Club & NAME in Thai Nguyen

Decorate a reading room for kid patients in a hospital in Thai Nguyen Province. It is a province in north-eastern Vietnam. It is a mountainous, midland province. Its multi-ethnic society is represented by eight ethnic groups.

Opening paint barrels

White paint first

Painting doors

Done with White

Mixing colours with White

Drawing outlines

Filling colors

Panoramic view of whole room

All done

Never

Will it be too late
To fix a wrong thing to right
I did make many mistakes
It took many years of my life...

I once was the naughtiest boy in the class
Who would laugh at the teacher's words
Who would stand up and go out before the bell rings
Who would say "don't know" to a question when all hands are raising...

I once made my girl friend cry after two hours waiting
Just because I didn't find the right way to come in
When her dad looked at me in a way
Which made me feel beating him one day!

I once made my mom went to bed with a headache
When she saw the black mark on her son's face
That day I came home after a fight with a guy
Just because he doesn't know how to cry

I once shouted at my dad
After he quit eating dinner with me and mom for a week
I told him to talk out loud the reasons
He replied me with silence...

I once wanted to kill myself
Just because I don't see anyone around
I asked if it makes any difference
If I disappear forever right now...

After many times asking the same question
I stop seeing it a problem
To fix each mistake I have made
I never think it's too late...

Play Oil on canvas 80cm*100cm

A poem by VBN from NAME | Art Space

It is...

When I fall down in front of me
I pick myself up
When I stand on my own feet
I kick myself down

I stop my mind from thinking
My mind stops me from stopping
I try to focus my mind on something
My mind tries to focus me on other thing

I write down about how I feel
What I write down is no longer how I feel
I delete what I no longer feel
I feel what I just delete

When I read what I read
I think it is not what I think
When it is not what I think
I think about what I didn't think

I answer a question
Then the question is no more a question
When it is no more a question
It doesn't need my answer

Now I see I get stuck
At a place I know so well
It is clearly to me that
I don't know my own next step...

a poem by VBN from NAME | Art Space