That's a pretty huge work to me. Originally, the girl is very sexy, charming, and young. However, the piece presents another woman without a complete body. I grew the contour many times, but it's not too hard to work out. The most difficult part is the coloration, especially the face part. I think I spent almost one day. The facial expression seems kind of different from the picture I imitated, but I have no idea to make it better. Thus, here the piece I've done.
Just as the first cry of newborn baby, it's my preliminary of painting but with the mouse.
Let me sit and think clearly.
The first problem was the dependence resulting from the custom. Here came the diversion of the center of my life next. It brought other's attention and also the mixture of my own. Now I am in trouble of the fuzzy soul.
How was my life?
In the beginning, I drowned in a dark blue whirl. I started to painting and chatting repeatedly. There were no mood for working hard and sleeping regularly. The behavior of my life maintained almost two weeks. There were somethings changed recently. My attitude caused some attentions and reflections, hence I have obtained some concerns indeed. Though it seems better, somethings are different within. However, I think there's no more time for me to fool about. That's why the post comes here.
There are lots of affairs I'd get my acts together, such as the business, the studies, and so forth. This time, I ought to take my steps with my insecure humor. It sounds ridiculous but I will figure it out.
I think I should take a rest in case of the tiredness of painting. Actually it's time to practice my English writing and trim my life.
If you hear my voice, I am where you are.
If you see my face, I do smile to your heart.
However, I can't leave.
I can't breathe.
Oh~my dear, I am here to shield you even
there are thousand miles from you.
Suddenly a huge wave of my tiredness surged over me. It brought a series of yawns and the headache. However, I cannot idle away my treasurable time, like what I've done during the days just past by. I should study hard and left no regret, or I must come across a big trouble in my final.
I've just got the teacher's email. It's really rare that there were more than 3 lines in his reply. In fact, I am flattered by his commendation for my initiaive in my study and good english writing. Frankly speaking, I'm more pleased with the latter. If I do make progress, it should be attributed to writing my blog in English. Although I am not conscious of the writing ability, I do enjoy myself. Either writing or painting is fascinating, even though it takes lots of my time indeed. Therefore, I, who suffer the exam, am hold back my longing for posting and drawing.
Since I entered the university, I started to write, and kept writing up to now. The self-description tells truth literally. Words bring me through the rises and falls of my life, and leave me the history. I opened my painting door when I went to the institute. Art belongs to who loves art, and similarly, I belongs to who really appreciate me. There's already one, just me.
Be me, and be stripped.
