SHOWCASE
/ ARTIST / 2024
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| ARTIST: | oattor |
| COUNTRY: | Thailand |
| EMAIL: | apichai166899@gmail.com |
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facebook.com/oattor.apichai instagram.com/oattor_ twitter.com/ooattor |
| Hello I'm oattor. I just want to tell a story through my paintings. My drawings are based on my life experiences. Every day of my life has meaning. "I often travel to new places and seek out something new, meeting new people, new languages, and new cultures. The easiest way for me to create new friendships is by drawing for my new friends. Their eyes and behavior are like receiving a bouquet of flowers. Paintings and flowers are almost the same; both can express a variety of emotions: happiness, first love, sadness. And the stories that follow are truly wonderful. Thank you for crossing paths with me." Thank you very much for viewing my art.:) |
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Lampang
9 July 2023For the first time deciding to embark on a journey alone, I chose to travel by train. It was simply because it was a convenient mode of transport that allowed me to travel to multiple cities and encounter new people sitting in front of me. From Chiang Mai train station to the next stop Lampang.
Phitsanulok
10 July 2023The next morning, after deciding to leave the house, I felt a desire to go outside and keep drawing. Meeting strangers and being in the moment, it was often easiest and quickest to put pen to paper and sketch lines without hesitation. It was as if the hand drawing had its own mind to correct its lines, humming its own tune without paying any attention to the lyrics. This might be the small charm of using a pen for drawing without an eraser to comfort you like with a pencil. The lines, even if they are accidentally wrong, sometimes turn out beautifully. And perhaps, they carry some kind of energy...
Chiang Khan ,Loei
12 July 2023A Story from a Street Musician by the Mekong River… One day, Somchai carried his backpack and traveled to various places until he arrived in Chiang Khan. A middle-aged man named Yoon stopped to listen to my music. From 1 minute, it turned into 1 hour… then 1 day… and eventually 1 week. For over a year, he came to listen to me play music almost every day. I asked Somchai, You've been here for so long. Why don't you go ordain? He replied, I can't become a monk. It’s a sin and laughed. In the end, Somchai died from liver disease. So, I composed this song for him Somchai the Wandering Young Man.
Ban Mung ,Phitsanulok
29 JANUARY 2024The hands of the wristwatch move slowly through the night, as if struck by a timestone, while various thoughts flood into my mind automatically. A friend's chilling story instantly flashes before me, alternating with countless imaginations that let me sketch something in my head. A war between the determined mind striving to win and the thoughts awakening imagination rages in silence at the heart of a village surrounded by towering mountains, throwing punches of emptiness, coated with advanced Haki armor, straight into the boy’s heart... Why do we distort our own thoughts, even though the truth before us is simply a mosquito, skillfully mastering the shadow clone technique?
Lopburi
31 JANUARY 2024Lopburi, a city where I planned to stay just for one night, made me decide to extend my stay by another night because of the impression I had from the people... Noom Guest House made me decide to stay an extra night. The story that follows from tonight is a memorable experience in my life. From a drawing on a single sheet of paper given to Pee A, Pee James, and Grandpa... to an invitation to return for the annual event of the province. On February 9-13, I am coming back here again, following the invitation from Pee James, the bartender at the bar Hey, are you interested in joining us? Lopburi has a palace event next week.
KEEP
"Embrace the remaining joy within me,even if it is fading.And let go of those countless gazes."
Coffee , Flower and Book
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who always had a book in hand, alternating with making coffee for her flower friends. She was passionate about the taste of the coffee she made each day, and its flavor often brought new stories into her life.
Real half of Flame Fire
Half of me still has a spark of life remaining a flame that always burns and is full of dreams,hopes, and faith. A flame that lives on for someone special. I always believe that everyone has these inner flames, waiting for the day they will ignite, awaken to pursue their dreams,
and carry them with passion.
Real half of life
Half of me has been combined with something, But if I continue to live, I will find out what completes the other half.REVIEW
ดุสิตา อิ่มอารมณ์
Thailand
You have an amazing sketchbook! It is truly impressive how you turn the people you meet into various characters with such creative and beautiful details. Additionally, listening to you share your travel stories makes us want to embark on a journey ourselves.