Yai-Chin Tsao

Remember Me

Pastel Sketch

40 x 100cm


My father passed away last Christmas.  Like other veterans his story had been buried with him into the history. Colors on their facers also faded into black and white like those photos we saw in our history books. Who would remember their courage and pain of leaving their loved ones if we did not leave these memories in their portraits.

We also need to be reminded of their spirits, spirits of Anzac in times of crisis or hardship. Those spirits we still can see during cyclones, floods and bushfire. Australians come together ‘to rescue one another, to ease suffering, to look after one another, and to let the victims know they are not alone”.

My father’s passing urges me to finish portraits of his age. His eyes were hidden in one of the sketches and smiling to me and you now.