AT Art Gallery (2026)

26/08/2025

📸 做自己的摄影导演！
#摄影课程

你的镜头，你的世界，由你掌控！
Photography – Take Control of Your Vision!

✨ 特邀我国著名摄影师：Thomas Phoon
Art Nature Gallery Cafe 将于 19/9/2025 (星期五) 举办一场接地气的实战摄影课堂。

📷 也许你一直想学摄影，却不知从何开始。

也许你没有昂贵的设备，却想用影像留下生活的点滴。

也许你只是单纯热爱观察人群与街头，却苦于找不到表达的方式。

无论你手上是手机📱还是相机📸，只要你心里有一份热爱，这堂课就能带你走进影像的世界。带着好奇心与热情，你将学习如何用镜头去讲述属于自己的故事。

📖 课程重点
🎯 摄影主题探索：拍什么？怎么拍？
📷 捕捉故事的方法：相机与手机的不同应用
👀 摄影眼养成：从零开始培养观察力
🤝 交流与成长：与摄影同好分享和讨论

日期：19/9/2025 (星期五)
时间：早上 8:00 至下午5点
（详细行程将在报名者的 WhatsApp 群组内发布）

📚 课程环节
1️⃣ 怎么开始拍摄 – 入门与心法
2️⃣ 实战街拍体验 – 走进城市街头
3️⃣ 作品分享与交流 – 展示彼此的成果
4️⃣ 午餐时间（课程费用已包含）
5️⃣ 作品点评 & 学习 – 主讲人与同学们互相交流
6️⃣ Q&A互动答疑 – 解开摄影的疑惑

🌟 课程特别亮点:
学员作品展出：优秀作品将于 Art Nature Gallery Cafe 展示，供公众欣赏

📲 学习社群建立：
设立专属 WhatsApp 群组，持续交流与分享心得

📸 课程费用:
单人报名：RM288/人
双人同行：RM268/人

报名专线 : 017-4833795 (WhatsApp)
📱 https://wa.link/vaas1q

*仅限20个名额，有意参加者报名从速！

报名截止日期：10/9/2025

主讲人简介 – Thomas Phoon
Thomas Phoon 是一位专注于街头摄影与纪实摄影的资深摄影师。

✨ 他的作品以真实感与故事性著称，善于在平凡生活中捕捉最动人的瞬间。

🌍 曾荣获多个国际摄影奖项，并在海外与本地展览中多次展出，获得高度肯定。

🎓 具有多年摄影教学经验，尤其擅长带领初学者发现自己的独特视角，让他们从零开始也能拍出触动人心的画面。

22/05/2025

《基因觉醒｜遗传的沉默列车》
第13章｜ #枪在腰间但她不是冷血的警察

副标题：这趟开往 Yala 的列车上，她的存在让我想起：和平从来不是理所当然

她穿着迷彩，腰间挂着真枪，
脸上没有凛然的威严，
只有一个长期在边境小镇上班的女人的疲惫。

Yala，这个泰国南部边陲的小镇，
多年来一直是军警巡逻的日常地带，
不是为了展示权力，而是为了防止突发的混乱。

她不是来吓人的，
也不是谁的敌人，
她只是这个国家众多“维稳者”之一，
但也是母亲、妻子，甚至也许是单亲的女儿。

她一边巡逻，一边看手机，
但眼神随时在扫视着周围，
不是恐惧，而是训练后的本能。

那一刻我感受到，
她活得不像一个“安全单位”，
更像一个在动荡中活得很努力的平凡人。

她戴着戒指，手腕上有金链，
她也想美，也想轻松，
只是这一趟路，她必须硬着脸、挂着枪、守着所有人没察觉的危险。

我按下快门，不是为了记录她的职责，
而是为了记录她身上这句无声的宣言——
“我们是这个国家的某一种和平。”

—

我，是这样被写出来的。

#基因觉醒 #遗传的沉默列车 #人文纪实 #啡哥作品 #街头摄影 #制服背后 #和平守望者 #行摄人间 #我行我摄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟯｜𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗚𝘂𝗻—𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗻’𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲

Subtitle: On the train to Yala, she reminded me—peace is never guaranteed

She walked the aisle in camouflage,
a pistol tucked at her waist,
eyes trained but not aggressive—
the quiet look of someone who’s seen enough not to flinch anymore.

This was a train to Yala,
a town in Thailand’s south
where armed patrols are routine,
not for display—but for defense.

She wasn’t there to scare anyone.
She wasn’t the enemy.
She was one of thousands—
tasked to stand between order and the unspoken threats.

She scrolled her phone,
but her eyes kept scanning.
That wasn’t distraction—
that was habit born of vigilance.

I noticed her gold rings, her bracelet.
She still wanted to feel like a woman.
But on this train,
she had to be the barrier.

I didn’t take the shot to show her job—
I took it to remember her presence.
Because sometimes,
peace looks like a tired woman
with a gun at her side,
and responsibility on her shoulders.

—

This is how I was written.

#我行我摄

22/05/2025

《基因觉醒｜遗传的沉默列车》
第12章｜ #这一节车厢 #藏着一座市集的疲惫与善意

副标题：她对我笑了，但那笑不是为了我，是她的日常防备也是温柔本能

这节车厢比之前热闹，
有人低头滑手机，有人带着耳机发呆，
有人抱着篮子，像刚从市集回来。

坐在过道边的女人朝我一笑，
那笑容不算灿烂，却诚恳温和，
像一种在生活中练就的姿态：
笑一下，不吃亏，也不失礼。

她身旁的女人戴着口罩，手里拎着篮子，
眼神略带疲惫，却没有敌意，
仿佛对这节人生的车厢，早就看尽，
于是选择：安静、站稳、继续走。

这一幕没有故事冲突，
却是一种社会的横截面。
生活不总是沉重，有时候只是过着——
一站一站地挤，一餐一餐地撑。

我按下快门，记录下她望向镜头时那一瞬间的自然，
没有惊讶，也没有刻意，
只是坐着，笑了一下——
就像这个国家的很多人一样：

不多说，但愿意给你一个不冷漠的眼神。

—

我，是这样被写出来的。

#基因觉醒 #遗传的沉默列车 #人文纪实 #啡哥作品 #街头摄影 #生活的真实 #笑中有故事 #行摄人间 #我行我摄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟮｜𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘁𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲’𝘀 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀

Subtitle: She smiled—not for me, but as a habit of surviving with grace

This carriage was busier than the others.
People on their phones,
some with headphones,
others holding baskets like they had just left the market.

The woman by the aisle gave me a small smile—
not radiant,
but sincere.

It wasn’t performative.
It felt like something she’d learned over time:
Smile. It doesn’t cost anything, and it softens the world.

Beside her, another woman stood with a mask on,
a white basket in hand,
her eyes tired but calm.
She wasn’t resisting anything—
just quietly continuing.

This moment held no drama.
No tragedy.
Just life.
Ordinary and intact.

One stop at a time.
One bite at a time.
And sometimes, just a simple smile
to say—

I’m here. And I won’t make this harder than it has to be.

—

This is how I was written.

#我行我摄

22/05/2025

《基因觉醒｜遗传的沉默列车》
第11章｜ #这顿饭晚一点吃也没关系

副标题：她的饭还没吃完，却先腾出手抱住了孩子的头

火车缓缓前行，车厢晃动不止，
女人手里端着饭盒，一口还没吃下，
孩子却已经靠着她睡着了。

她没有犹豫，
只是自然地一只手继续稳住饭盒，
另一只手轻轻护着孩子的头——
让那颗熟睡的脸不被撞、不被惊醒。

那不是刻意的动作，
是写进身体记忆里的反射，
是一种不需要多想的“先顾孩子”。

她的眼神落在我这边，
但却像透过了镜头，看向远方，
或许她并不知道自己这一瞬有多美，
但我知道，那就是爱最真实的样子——

不说话，也不强调，
只是轻轻一撑，
腾出那只手来护着你，哪怕我还没吃饭。

—

我，是这样被写出来的。

#基因觉醒 #遗传的沉默列车 #人文纪实 #啡哥作品 #街头摄影 #沉默的母爱 #真实瞬间 #行摄人间 #我行我摄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟭｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗖𝗮𝗻 𝗪𝗮𝗶𝘁

Subtitle: She hadn’t finished her food—but her hand went straight to her child’s head

The train swayed gently,
a box of food in her hand,
still untouched.

But the child resting beside her
had already fallen into sleep.

She didn’t hesitate.
With one hand, she steadied her meal.
With the other, she cradled her child’s head—
shielding it from the jolt of the tracks,
from being shaken awake.

It wasn’t dramatic.
It wasn’t posed.
It was reflex.
A response written into the body
by years of putting someone else first.

Her eyes met mine,
but they seemed to look beyond the lens—
like she wasn’t aware of what she just did.

But I was.

Because that…
that was love,
quiet, tired, mid-meal,
and still reaching out to hold someone gently.

—

This is how I was written.

#我行我摄

22/05/2025

《基因觉醒｜遗传的沉默列车》
第10章｜ #我是这样学会沉默的

副标题：他还年轻，却已经学会了不说出口

他靠着座位，眼神垂着，
眉头没有皱，肩膀也没抬，
但整个人像陷进了某种说不清的念头里。

他的姿势不是疲惫，
是一种“放空”与“防御”的结合，
像一个习惯了不解释的人，
学会了在别人看不见的地方慢慢消化情绪。

也许他只是个还在上学的男孩，
也许他背着的，不是书包，而是沉默。

我站在他不远处，
没有打扰，也没有多想，
只是静静地拍下那一刻——
因为我知道，
有些人年纪还小，
但早就懂了：
说出来不会有人懂，
那就不说。

—

我，是这样被写出来的。

#基因觉醒 #遗传的沉默列车 #人文纪实 #啡哥作品 #街头摄影 #沉默的少年 #成长的代价 #行摄人间 #我行我摄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟬｜𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗜𝘀 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

Subtitle: He was still young, but he had already stopped speaking his heart

He sat by the window,
his eyes cast down,
brows relaxed, shoulders low—
but everything about him felt… held in.

Not tired.
Not relaxed.
Just paused.

He looked like someone
who had already figured out
that it’s safer to feel quietly
than to explain aloud.

Maybe he was still a student.
Maybe he carried more than a backpack—
maybe he carried silence.

I stood a few steps away,
and simply watched.

Because I knew that look.
That look that says:
“I’ve tried to speak before.
It didn’t help.
So now—I keep it in.”

—

This is how I was written.

’tSpeak #我行我摄

22/05/2025

《基因觉醒｜遗传的沉默列车》
第9章｜ #镜中之我

副标题：我一直在拍别人，直到镜子里出现了我自己

那是一面车厢里的旧镜子，
镜面有水痕、裂纹，像时间留下的笔迹。
我本来只是走过，
却在那一瞬，看见了自己。

我站在镜子前，相机垂在胸口，
表情平静，却藏着一种微妙的出神。

那一刻我意识到——
我一直都在拍别人，
却很少看见镜头背后的我。

也许我们习惯了捕捉别人的沉默，
却忘了我们自己的沉默从何而来。

我按下快门，
不是为了拍“我是谁”，
而是为了记住这个时刻——
我终于看见，
自己也在这列列车上。

—

我，是这样被写出来的。

#基因觉醒 #遗传的沉默列车 #人文纪实 #啡哥作品 #街头摄影 #自我投影 #真实凝视 #行摄人间 #我行我摄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟵｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗲𝗳𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗜 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗔𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗱

Subtitle: I kept photographing others—until I saw myself in the mirror

It was just a mirror in the train.
Old, scratched, speckled with years.

I hadn’t meant to look.
But there I was—
camera hanging across my chest,
face calm but… slightly distant.

In that moment,
I realized something simple but heavy:

I’d been photographing others,
but I had forgotten to look
at the one behind the lens.

Maybe we get so used to capturing silence in others
that we forget
our own silence needs to be seen too.

I pressed the shutter,
not to capture “me,”
but to hold onto that moment—
when I finally acknowledged:

I, too,
was on this silent train.

—

This is how I was written.

22/05/2025

《基因觉醒｜遗传的沉默列车》
第8章｜ #睡在光里的孩子

副标题：火车在晃，他们却睡得像世界很安稳

两个孩子依偎着睡在窗边，
阳光透过斑驳的玻璃洒在他们身上，
旧座椅硬邦邦的，姿势也不算舒服，
但他们睡得很熟。

一个抱着膝盖，一个侧着头，
彼此靠得很近，像是用身体交换着安全感。

他们没有枕头、没有被子，
却像躺在某个很久以前的信任里。

我没有靠近，只是站在原地，
静静地看着那一幕——
晃动中的安稳，沉默中的信任。

那一刻我明白，
有时候孩子睡得安心，
不是因为世界很安全，
而是因为身边，有人在守着。

—

我，是这样被写出来的。

#基因觉醒 #遗传的沉默列车 #人文纪实 #啡哥作品 #街头摄影 #沉默的力量 #睡在光里 #行摄人间 #我行我摄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟴｜𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗻 𝗔𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁

Subtitle: The train rocked, but they slept as if the world was safe

Two children lay curled together by the window,
sunlight filtering through scratched old glass,
casting warm light across their still bodies.

The seats were hard.
Their sleeping positions awkward.
But they slept deeply—like they trusted the world.

One held their knees.
The other rested their head to the side.
Close enough to feel each other breathe.

No pillows. No blankets.
Only proximity,
and something older than comfort—trust.

I didn’t get closer.
I stood still,
and let the light speak for them.

Because in that moment, I understood—
Children sleep soundly
not because the world is safe,
but because someone is near,
watching over them.

—

This is how I was written.

22/05/2025

《基因觉醒｜遗传的沉默列车》
第7章｜ #那一眼的迷茫

副标题：她没说一句话，但眼神像是在问，接下来呢？

她靠着窗，头轻轻歪着，
目光投向远方，眼神里没有焦点，
却也不算空洞。

她不像在等人，也不像在看风景。
更像是在想着什么，又不敢太深入。

那种表情我很熟悉，
是人在心里盘旋很久却说不出口时，才会浮现的。

也许她刚刚失去了什么，
也许她正处在一个“不得不往前，但又不知道方向”的节点。

她的嘴唇微抿，肩膀松着却微微内缩，
像在保护自己，又像是早已习惯防守。

我没有打扰她，
只是轻轻按下快门，记录下那一刻——
一个女人坐在火车上，
没有目的地的样子。

我不需要她告诉我她在想什么，
因为她的眼神，
我曾在镜子里，看过一模一样的。

—

我，是这样被写出来的。

#基因觉醒 #遗传的沉默列车 #人文纪实 #啡哥作品 #街头摄影 #沉默的力量 #真实生活 #行摄人间 #我行我摄

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟳｜𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗨𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁𝘆

Subtitle: She didn’t speak, but her eyes quietly asked—What now?

She leaned against the window,
head tilted slightly,
gaze fixed somewhere far away—
unfocused, yet not empty.

She wasn’t waiting for someone.
She wasn’t admiring the view.
She looked like someone caught in thought,
but too tired to go too deep.

That expression—I recognized it.
It’s the face we wear when words no longer help,
and decisions have lost their clarity.

Maybe she just lost something.
Maybe she was between places,
between choices,
between versions of herself.

Her lips pressed together,
shoulders relaxed but slightly folded inward—
like someone shielding herself from a wind that no one else can feel.

I didn’t speak to her.
I just quietly took the photo.
Because at that moment,
she wasn’t just sitting on a train—

She was trying to figure out how to keep going.

And honestly,
I’ve seen that same look
staring back at me in the mirror.

—

This is how I was written.

22/05/2025

《基因觉醒｜遗传的沉默列车》
第6章｜ #母亲不躺下

副标题：她其实也很累，但孩子睡着了，她不能倒

她靠着窗，眼睛闭着，
孩子蜷在她腿上，熟睡，脸贴着她的大腿，
一只小手还紧紧抓着她的衣角。

她没有动，哪怕火车晃得厉害，
哪怕她的身体早已疲倦不堪。

她没有躺下。
只是保持着那样半坐半撑的姿态——
像是在对抗什么，也像是在守住什么。

她不是不累，
只是孩子睡着了，她不能先倒。

也许她的肩膀已经酸了，
也许她头脑昏沉、腰背发紧，
但她知道，这份安稳，是因为她还撑着。

这不是伟大，
是无声的选择。

是母亲的姿态，
一种早已写进骨子里的习惯。

我没有靠近，
只是默默地拍下这一幕，
因为那份静默中的坚持，
让我一瞬间鼻头发酸——

我也曾在谁的腿上，睡得这样安心。

—

我，是这样被写出来的。

#基因觉醒 #遗传的沉默列车 #人文纪实 #啡哥作品 #街头摄影 #沉默的力量 #母亲的姿态 #行摄人间 #我行我摄

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𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟲｜𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗪𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱𝗻’𝘁 𝗟𝗶𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝘄𝗻

Subtitle: She was exhausted, but the child was asleep—so she stayed upright

She leaned against the window, eyes closed.
Her child curled across her lap, sound asleep,
a small face resting against her thigh,
tiny fingers gripping the edge of her shirt.

She didn’t move,
even as the train rocked from side to side.
Even though her body was clearly tired.

She didn’t lie down.
She just sat there—half resting, half enduring—
like someone holding up not just herself, but the world beneath her child.

She wasn’t strong because she wanted to be.
She was strong because she had to be.
Because the child was asleep.
And she couldn’t fall first.

Maybe her arms were sore,
maybe her back ached, her mind fogged with fatigue—
but that moment of peace was built on her restraint.

This wasn’t sacrifice in grand gestures.
It was a quiet, daily choice.
A mother’s posture.
A habit written into the body over time.

I didn’t get closer.
I simply took the photo.
Because in her silence, I saw something that made my throat tighten—

I, too, once slept safely
because someone refused to lie down.

—

This is how I was written.

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