Kris’ thoughts on being a Nurse and an Artist at the same time

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A lot of people still get surprised when they learn that I am working as a registered nurse when I am not painting. I would be lying if I say I never thought of giving up my nursing career and do my art full time. However, I believe that one of the essential components of my creative work is being a witness of real life stories of our own vulnerability as human beings. As a nurse I have grieved with my patients and their families in the midst of unthinkable tragedies and celebrated with them as they overcome health issues and recover from illness. Those beautiful stories become part of me. And then I pour my heart and soul in creating each layer of paint on my canvas – where I weave serenity and joy with a gentle touch of humanity.

To all the plants I’ve loved before…but died!

A love letter to all the plants who died under my care.

It was love at first sight when I saw you at the plant shop. I took you home with the hopes of a lasting green and colourful relationship. I was so excited when I got you that I posted about us in my social community. I’ve researched and joined plant lovers group who share the same passion of looking after plants as their own. A lot of my friends like you.

We were both so happy. I feed you everyday and talk to you like a real friend. You know my ups and downs. You just stood there watching over me with your effortless beauty.

I saw you grow. I remember the day I saw your first baby leaf. I was so excited that I just stood staring at you for the longest time. You did it! We both did it! You thrived and I felt accomplished.

As time goes by, I got busy and barely have time to look after you. There were a few days I forgot to water you and your leaves started to turn yellow and fall. I didn’t realise it till I saw you from the corner of my eye as I rush on my way to work. Gave you a quick wash and drink.

That evening I returned home to see you barely living. Like a dying patient needing a resuscitation. I felt sad and don’t know what to do. I am just so tired from work and won’t have time to look after you.

The scorching sun woke me up late in the morning. I felt not coming back to work as I was just busy and tired the whole week. I forgot to check on you.

Went home and saw you have already died. A part of me wanted to die as well.

We used to be happy but now you’ve left me.

I am so sorry that I have abandoned you plant. I hope you can forgive me. I’ve given my best but I lacked commitment. It cost your life.

I hope that someday you will come back to me.

And by that time I will be a better carer.

Lovingly,

Your Sad Ex-Plant Owner