Haw Par Villa


This year is the Year of the Tiger, and I wanted to do a “Tiger painting” for Chinese New Year, so I went to the “Haw Par Villa”, which I hadn’t been to for some time.
According to what I’ve heard, most of my peers visited the villa at least once when they were younger but have not done so since they became adult. Every few years, I would go to Haw Par Villa to seek ideas for my art; it used to take me a long time to go there, but now the MRT makes it easier.
Even though the park’s statues are decades old, their colors and facial expressions remain vibrant and lifelike. I had forgotten about the sculpture for a while, but now I remember them with wonderful memories of how fascinated I was with them as a child that I used to just stand and stare at them. The didactic presentation, which focuses on Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, is presented in the form of simple stories that are both entertaining to read and watch. It is certainly a priceless cultural resource, much like a mentor who silently guides most people through their early years.
I will visit again someday, and since it’s still free to enter, I can take a leisurely stroll through the park.



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