If the first part of our collaboration was an intimate whisper, then this was its echo carried out to sea.

On a quiet stretch of Singapore’s shoreline, we unrolled a 4-metre linen canvas like a skin between worlds. The brush in my hands was no longer a tool but a limb—life-sized, wild, and responsive. With each sweeping motion, I let the rhythm of wind and tide guide the ink’s flow, the sand beneath our feet grounding what felt like a ritual in flight.

The ocean watched as witness. The sky held us in its shifting moods. Every gesture became a tide of its own, surrendering precision for presence. Here, art was not made—it was allowed.

This second chapter extends the conversation: with scale, with nature, and with the mystery that moves us when we let go of knowing and let creation lead.