A Bridge of Grace: Boi Tran Garden Welcomes the Singapore Cultural Delegation
Boi Tran Garden was privileged to welcome a delegation of Singapore’s cultural leaders for a quiet afternoon of art, memory, and shared heritage. Over paintings, ancestral cuisine, and warm conversation, what unfolded was more than a visit; it was a gentle affirmation that beauty, when offered with sincerity, becomes a lasting connection.

A Meeting of Quiet Splendours: Singapore’s Cultural Luminaries at Boi Tran Garden, Where Art Nourishes, Memory Lingers, and Hospitality Becomes Heritage
In the tender season when Hue glows gold beneath its skies, and lotus blossoms release their ancient perfume into the wind, Boi Tran Garden became the setting for a rare and radiant encounter.
Not a ceremony, but a communion. Not a summit, but something softer: a confluence of souls drawn together by memory, art, and the quiet dignity of cultural devotion.
On that luminous afternoon, Boi Tran Garden opened its gates to an esteemed delegation from Singapore, individuals whose lives have shaped institutions, nurtured diplomacy, and safeguarded the heritage of Southeast Asia.

Among them was Dr. Kenson Kwok, Founding Director of the Asian Civilisations Museum and The Peranakan Museum, whose legacy in cultural stewardship has become a beacon throughout the region.
Accompanying him were fellow visionaries:
Mr. Thuan Kuan Kim, Singapore’s Ambassador to Vietnam
Ms. Ong Zhen Min, Director of Artwork and Exhibitions, National Gallery Singapore
Mr. Tommy Koh, statesman and former UN Ambassador
Ms. Tresnawati Prihadi, General Manager, Singapore Philatelic Museum
Mr. Deniel Teo, Chairman, Hong How Group
Mr. Boon Beng Lee, Deputy Director of Information Services, Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Their presence in Hue and within the secluded hush of Boi Tran Garden marked more than a diplomatic visit. It was a moment of deep cultural kinship: a quiet affirmation between those who guard the fragile, luminous thread of heritage.


In her signature spirit of grace and humility, artist Boi Tran received her guests not with ceremony, but with poetry. Beneath the fading blue of a century-old Indochine roof, among paintings that whisper of longing, resilience, and the feminine spirit, the delegation stepped into an experience that was both profoundly personal and culturally sacred.
A meal was served, not merely a lunch, but an edible archive. Each dish a chapter from Hue’s storied kitchen; each flavour a tribute to generations past. Nearby, traditional crafts stood quietly: heirlooms of wood, silk, and ceramic bearing the soul of centuries.
Reflecting on the visit, Dr. Kenson Kwok later wrote:
We were in such a lucky position to visit your garden and art gallery. What a memorable occasion! We were so caught up with the delicious and beautifully decorative cuisine, with the traditional handicrafts displayed at your place, and magnificent paintings by artist Boi Tran that I hardly had any photos of that afternoon. Thank you for beautifully nourishing our bodies and souls.”
These words, from a man who helped redefine the museum landscape of Southeast Asia, were more than a compliment; they were a benediction.
For Boi Tran, whose brushwork often serves as a meditation on silence and the invisible threads of memory, Dr. Kwok’s presence held quiet significance. Here stood someone who had spent a lifetime honouring culture not as an exhibit, but as lived experience from childhood fascinations in Penang’s antique shops to curating world-renowned exhibitions in Paris and Singapore.
His journey mirrors the soul of Bội Trân Garden: a sanctuary where beauty, grounded in sincerity, becomes legacy.
No proclamations were made. No applause broke the silence.
Instead, the afternoon unfolded through gestures, small and sacred:
a glance lingering on lacquerware;
a moment of shared reverence before a portrait;
a quiet pause after a spoonful of soup.
These are the true altars of cultural exchange: tender, unassuming, and eternal.
In the Shade of Pines, a Bridge of Grace.


As the delegation departed, they left behind no monuments, only warmth and the faint echo of footsteps on moss. The Garden returned to stillness. Yet something deeper remained: a resonance, a turning inward, not toward nostalgia, but toward a sense of rootedness.
And in that rootedness, something was planted.
Dr. Kwok’s parting words
Please reach out should you ever come to Singapore. I look forward to cooperating with you and your lovely art gallery.
spoke not only of future projects, but of an open-hearted wish for continuity.
A bridge had formed, not forged by protocol, but composed of paintings, poetry, and the soft clinking of porcelain in afternoon light.
Between Vietnam and Singapore.
Between the museum and the garden.
Between two spirits who honour beauty not as ornament, but as a way of being.
May such encounters continue, quietly and meaningfully, wherever art opens the heart.