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“inspired by all the windows I have encountered at some points in my life”

by Hien Nga

Do you remember, When you were a little child, the only window of your tiny room on the house’s garret seemed so huge, and you could see a vast and enormous sky outside. You dreamed of freedom and infinite possibilities. You long for a journey to the unlimited horizon. There was the window, opening, calling, challenging your brave soul to go out there and spread your wings to fly to see the world, to see life and taste its many bitterness and sweetness, trials and loneliness. You’ll be burned by desire; and in the end, you’ll find love. The journey of love started there beside your dear window…

Sawyer Hopkins Hall, Cushing Academy, Ashburnham MA (Sep 2007)

-Who is the boy? - The boy is me. -Who is the bird? -The bird is me. -Who is the dream? -The dream is me.

Last night,

I dreamed I became myself, I dreamed I became the bird, I dreamed I became the dream…



The little playground flooded with light Was where I stood every day and night. Staring at the blue blue sky So vast, it used to be the playground of mine.

Vose House, Cushing Academy, Ashburnham MA (Sep 2007)

L I G H T . U P O N . M Y . W I N D O W Painting & Drawing Studio, Arts Building, Cushing Academy, Ashburnham MA (Oct 2007)

Sometimes, all you need to do is to recognize is the bright light above your head, and reach for it. Aim high. Think big. Go for it. And never never ever give up. A kid would grow up to be a man because he keeps reaching for something higher. That’s all. There is a hero’s journey in the finding of the light as well as the pursuit of it.

Missing old streets, old trees, old memories vanishing from my reach. Desire and dreams will stay with me, as I go ahead.

Windows silently watch my steps…

Brown University, Providence RI (Sep 2007)

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> Main Building, Cushing Academy, Ashburnham MA (Sep 2007)

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Talk to me. It’s like forever in this stillness. I’m here waiting. Walk to me. Break this silence, heal this border. I’m here waiting.

I’m still floating under the shine of the pallid moon I’m surrounded by darkness, start losing time of day and night. I can feel the flows, the warm and cold water through my legs. I can see rays of light dancing, dancing weakly in deep water. I’m still floating across the heart of the endless sea. I’m still breathing in the moist heat of the evening Sun. I can hear the moans, the siren sound from the bubble of silence On and on the waves, the running circles of imagination. English Building, Cushing Academy, Ashburnham MA (Nov 2007)

Hide me under the rays of the Sun. Sparkle me with thousand sprinkles of Wake me up when the pale moon is gon

… Find me

I’ve been waiting in this silence …

the life that’s unstoppable


Show me

the wish that’s unchangeable

Find me

the promise that’s unbreakable I’ve been hiding in this silence.

Main Building, Cushing Academy, Ashburnham MA (Oct 2007)

Sawyer-Hopkins Hall, Cushing Academy, Ashburnham MA (Oct 2007) As tender as your silhouette, As glistening as your soul, As peaceful as you, girl, To warm up my life, To give me happiness.



As burning as your love As fragile as your sorrow, As wild as you, sweetheart, To keep for yourself a secret, That I can never touch.

English Building, Cushing Academy, Ashburnham MA (Sep 2007)

I was sitting there in this coffee shop on a small street of Harvard Square, watching sun rays jumping on the threshold of the large window, watching time passing by the sparkling glass. I saw people talking, I saw love… For a moment, I lost my breath, and missed a heart beat… Harvard Square, Cambridge MA (Oct 2007)

Advance Photography Workshop (Donna Joyce) Fall 2007

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