SHOWCASE

/ ARTIST / 2024

BKKIF Artist  
ARTIST: Peachful
COUNTRY: Thailand
EMAIL: Peachful.studio@gmail.com
CONTACT: https://peachfulstudio.com
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"Peachful" is a Thai artist and illustrator who loves to portray the story of a grown-up reflecting on their life through revisiting their inner child. I hope my artworks will be your friend every day and soothe you on your darkest days.

This art collection is inspired by foreign fairy tales and fables back in childhood days. Embrace your imperfection, it is a perfect gift.

To Secretly Song (Sound About Collection)

(Him)

I cherish moments with music all to myself. But seeing you sitting there, quietly alone, made me yearn to share the other side of my headphones with you, so the song could soothe your soul too.
Yet, a quiet worry whispered in – would my song resonate with you? Would you even want to listen?
Still, if it helps bring you comfort, then that would be enough for me.

(I feel at ease)

Bubbles in the Air (Sound About Collection)

(Her)

I reached for bubbles from my childhood treasure trove,
Playing with them again now, but without the same excitement as before.
The bubbles drifted away, disappearing into the sky,
Evoking thoughts of fleeting things, things I couldn't grasp.
It's a shame I can't preserve these bubbles indefinitely,
But it's alright, I can always recreate them anew.
Today, beneath the sun's warm embrace,
I sit behind someone's bicycle with headphones in place.
Pedaling until sweat appears, yet surprisingly, he still smiles.

(I start to feel at ease.)

The 30-centimeter Gap (Sound About Collection)

(Him)

The bubbles you blow gently drift away,
I find them so pretty, their rhythm of floating remind me of the song we're hearing.
The 30-centimeter gap of our earphones makes us closer,
It's a space where I begin to feel things I usually ignore, like floating with those bubbles.

(I start humming along.)

Humming the same song (Sound About Collection)

(Her)

Once more, I find myself in quiet solitude, yet this time with a song as my companion. As I listen, memories of the person who once shared these melodies with me flood my mind.

There were moments when I desperately wanted to cling to them, only to watch everything dissipate like bubbles in the wind.
Today, I begin to acknowledge that holding on may no longer be possible. Perhaps releasing my grip will mark a new beginning.

(I begin to hum along.)

Purple Memories (Warehouse of Heart Collection)

The memories in this room seem bittersweet, perhaps because they have been collected by time for a long time. Some pieces, even though they are old and worn, still look beautiful. Some pieces have been completely forgotten, but when seen again, they are remembered vividly. Some pieces are kept tightly in boxes, as if they want to be hidden away forever.

Lost in Time (Warehouse of Heart Collection)

I am falling into the vortex of time in this storage room. The chair that takes me back to the time when I was having meals with my family. The clock that takes me back to the mornings before heading to school. The mirror that takes me back to seeing a young child spinning around and smiling happily.

Memory Mysteries (Warehouse of Heart Collection)

I begin to recall stories that I once forgot. The narratives within memory prompt me to start questioning... 'Happiness, dreams, sadness – what do these things mean within the realm of memory?'

Dreamscape Encore (Warehouse of Heart Collection)

Awake again in the dream.

Melody's Journey (Warehouse of Heart Collection)

The sound of the music box plays a familiar tune. The melody orchestrates as if singing the voice of emotions. I realize, 'I've found myself in a song, where joy and sorrow intertwine beautifully.

The Hidden Treasure (Warehouse of Heart Collection)

My story is filled with many things. In this storage room, there are smiles, laughter, and tears. I used to hide and conceal them, almost wishing these things would disappear. Today, I slowly start to open up and discover that there is someone else waiting for warm embraces.

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More Artwork/Merchandise:

The Unheard Melody

In that moment, no words were needed. It was the act of sharing a song, quietly hoping the other person would feel the same. The song you chose spoke more than lyrics; it was a conversation of hearts through tiny headphones and a quiet melody you felt deeply.

Echoes Within

The song you share becomes more than lyrics or melody; it becomes an echo of feelings that linger within, silently communicating emotions that words could never fully capture.