Paper Vixen Illustrations
Illustrations from a Germany based Chinese born architect, designer, fox-lover.
Art is my visual diary of emotions.
  • "Bubbles in the sky"

    Inspired by a song I once heard from a traveller. Every single moment I spent with him felt like fireworks. He played me this song and I drew him a picture of his voice in return. We left each other and continued with our own lives. 

    Two years later, we crossed paths again.

    This time, he gave me a gift, a stone to strike and make fire. Just a spark, and disappears in an instant. Just as we said lying next to each other under the stars in the last night: time and everything else in this world, in comparison to the universe, is simply a fraction of a spark. 

    Nothing lasts forever. Just live in the moment.

    If there is a chance, I just wish to return there and never leave. If there isn’t, I will still continue to travel into the world. 

    Because he gave me courage to travel, explore, to live and share all the beautiful moments. Nothing has ended or started. Just embrace life as it comes, because there is always something to cherish on the way.

    He gave me some of the most beautiful moments and amazing fireworks I ever experienced. And I will always be inspired by this memory with him.

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  • "Nine Lives"

    I was always warned, that curiosity killed the cat. 

    But a cat has nine lives, so it’s ok to die a few times, no? As long as you don’t die in the same place.

    …I think I have still about 5 or 6 lives left :)

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  • "The Story of the Tree"

    I once met a boy for two days and two nights. He showed me endless inspiration, brought back many childhood memories, and told me a beautiful story about a tree. 

    He is a singer, and before I left his city, I drew him a picture of his voice. 

    Time passes by; we walked down our own paths, fell in and out of love, and lead our separate lives. But I have never forgotten those two days with him. Where he showed me a world which continued to live inside me.

    Suddenly one day he wrote me that he had always kept that picture of his voice on him.

    Two years worth of emotions, stories, feelings, all came back at full impact like an instant burst of fireworks. We went crazy for each other.

    We met again, in a forest in the south. And spent 45 beautiful hours together. We experienced a world we have always wanted to see. He made me feel alive, independent, and free again. 

    We became closer; embraced in a way we were not able to the first time we met. And this time, he showed me a real tree, it was growing on his back.

    - The story had grown on him. And took me away with it. 

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  • “Homage Series” - #2

    Interpretations of famous masterpieces as an architect’s line drawings. 

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  • “Homage Series” - #1

    Interpretations of famous masterpieces as an architect’s line drawings. 

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  • "One Year"
    I came here to this country a year ago, following my heart. And within this year I realised how unexpected life can be. So many things happen, so many stories fold and unfold, so many new and old memories coming back and forth.

    The biggest lesson I had learnt to let go. And be patient, because what belongs to you will always return no matter how long.

    Some things leave, some things return, while some things never change. But there are always wonderful stories lying ahead.

    Life is amazing. So paint it, write it, sing it, dance it, and live it!
    Bon voyage :)

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  • "Five Hundred and Eighty-Five Days" - the Story of Meeting the Traveller

    I once went to a city where I heard a beautiful story about a magical tree, where each leaf is a dream of a young child, and as it falls, the wish becomes true. 

    I left that city but never forgot the story. Each time I climbed a tree, each time I heard a song, every time I saw a leaf drop. I always remembered that beautiful story. 

    585 days later, I heard the story once more. It had come back, and everything was the same: the memories, sounds, smells, touch, intensity, and magic. 

    I wish each and every drop of these leaves becomes true. 

    And I want to write the story of this city, and the tale of this journey.

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  • The third story of the traveller.

    "keep your questions locked in secret boxes, and open them only when you can answer them" -  that’s what he told me.

    But it was too late, I was too curious, too restless, there were too many things to see and explore, too many memories returning and leaving. 

    I want to travel, explore, dance, sing, paint, write, live, laugh, cry, and share all these moments. 

    This was what I had wanted all along. 

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  • "Sounds of growth" - The second story of the traveller. 

    Something started to grow inside me. I want to dance, write, sing, paint, use every singe way I can to express the stories I heard. 

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  • "Sound of Thunderstorms"

    I met a traveller, who taught me to fall in love with trees, thunderstorms, and sounds of the rain. He showed me a world I have never seen before. 

    He asked me to go with him, but I tied myself back. So he continued his travels. And one day, he sent me the sounds of the rain falling over at another corner of the world.

    And that’s when I realised I can “travel” without travelling. 

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  • I sit in the metro, walk on the streets, listen to my music, look at the people. Every single fraction of a second feels like watching a movie.

    It began after a trip alone to Istanbul on my 26th birthday. When I encountered changes that opened a new world, and a new me. 

    Then, I started wanting to collect portraits of people. There are so many different lives and stories in this world. So many times of hello and goodbye, so many hope and despair. Each individual is unique, regardless of background, age, religion, or whether they prefer bananas or thunderstorms. And we should respect every single one of them.

    They inspire me, and I want to document and share as much as I can. To inspire, and be inspired. 

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