LacRyMOsA

Actually, I think it's not bad. However, I am tired now. Don't let words bother the pieces.

thE BRaNd

Sometimes the pieces can tell everything.
Every deep-rooted thought tracks everywhere.

tiReDNeSs

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.

tO bE HolD baCk

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.

mY fiRsT STep

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.

rEpOSt

First, I wanna thank my dear friend's support and suggestion which colorize the painting life. Second, I couldn't wait to repost the work which had been altered, also better, by ingenious hands of zaffer, the friend I've just mentioned.

PeRpLexiTY

Although the midterm is getting closer, I am still perplexed. The question is either "what I want" or "what's the problem". I am afraid. All the things that can change and be different from my knowing make me cowardly. Do I over react? I am so perplexity!

lAcriMOsA

The picture I imitated is the cover of an album of the Gothic metal band, Lacrimosa. As to my feelings to the "Gothic" style, I will have another post to discuss it.

Now, let me soak myself in the work just done.

oPen ThE doOr

The style I like is always hard to represent. I think that I am so bad to behave well in detail that the gauze skirt like a wrinkled piece and the veins of the door indistinctly. However, I'm trying to practice to convey the impression, or feelings, that I wanna indicate. It's much more difficult than presenting with words, the way I am used to.

Sometimes painting makes me sink into the think cap. I can be bewildered nearly everything, such as a job in future, the basis of my life. It's kind of stupid for creating trobles for myself, but I just can't help myself.

Last night a point flashed through my mind; did I spend a lot admiring others but few appreciating myself? How silly I am! I ought to be flattered by being me. It's the earnestness rather than a fraud to cheat myself into bliss. Nevertheless, practice is necessary or the creed is just a phrase merely.

girL iN ReD

To avoid guys thinking I'm so lazy to update my own blog, I uploaded an early work. Even though I did think it's kind of casual and, surely, not a big deal, I found its beauty of simpleness recently. At least I somewhat like it, now.

MouRnER

Took a wander around the campus
seeing guys without names trot along
Find unclearly
I am the best candidate with most aimless eyes
uninterruptedly searching
Searched peace inside

When warn scenes flowed away
when heavy and swift treads were turned into silent
i knew it did , everything had been gone
even my melancholy

The longer route I took
the more sentences sprang up
exactly speaking
they covered all my thought
edging out the gloominess occupied originally


I clearly know
mourning for their dispersing hasn't been worth
However I'm convinced that
we will encounrter with each other
once again

PiAnfuL rEposE

That seems like a site of battle, a battle against myself.
I am totally lost. There's a huge panic within. I did burst into bitter tears. Why? That's really a torture of night. Again, I hate to need to sleep. Each time I went to bed, what flashed in my mind is the fear of sleep. Maybe several hours pass by, I can't fall to sleep throughout, or sleep just very superficially. Who never experienced will not ever realize. Of course, they needn't comprehend that after all. Guys who suffer insomnia ought to expect none but self.
Now, I am undergoing the insomnious period.
Frankylt it is quite tough much beyond your expectation.

woW~~~i diD IT

Finally, I've done.
After finishing the first problem of my quantum mechanics homework, I almost couldn't wait to paint. Originally I tried to take a portrait, again, however I hardly got any confidence or encouragement form that. Therefore I chose a photograph of a beach to imitating instead.
It's fortunate that I haven't give it up halfway. Maybe we should all carry out an undertaking from start to finish. Processes might seem no expectances, however, the outcomes could turn out to be satifying unanticipatedly, as long as we have kept exserting. At least, my work this time follows what I have just said above. Oh, I really wish to pass the lecture of quantum mechanics in the end, too. 

eaRly woRKs

Again, this is another portrait. Maybe it is the first try of portrait. Although the time I post it is later than others, this picture was done several months ago. I imitated a cover of the book titled "100 colpi". I think it's really hard for me to draw it without blueprints. I'm bad to color, especially to decide where bright and dark and how bright it should be. The contours of the girl within are also an uneasy work. Voila! You can see how awful it is! Hope one day I have a revision of it!

tHe SEcoNd TrY

That's the second try. How terrible it is!! But after painting I finally got there're some techniques or keys I'd learn, or I will never do well. Although practices are important, it cannot enable me to make great progress, I think. What does make me think as that? The affection, the most important thing that I believe good paint should be filled with. That is the reason I said it's a fail in prtrait. Indeed, the figure's emotion of the photo I imitated is much softer. I couldn't help to wonder what the arch-criminal of making two images so different is.
However, I can't disagree with the efforts I've made. At last I get a little confidence that I might have the advancement of coloring by practices. By the way, I like the lips. 

PorTRaIt aTTemPt

This is my first try at portraits. The figure's outlines of the face is the part I most hate to draw again and again. Somehow I think it's okay for first try, although this work is quite different from the photo I imitated. Ha Ha Ha...... 

WhirLpOOl

Recently I've got a little depressed. It seems that I was tatally lost in my school works. There's no fun, no progrees, even my confidence. I almost messed up everything. I continually fall. There is a large whirlpool, dark and strong. I'm so in it.

ImagiNRy LoVE

What I'm familar to is what I wonder about. Recently
being silent is almost the only thing what I've done.
How are the passions all quenched
and gone?
There's just the last matter left behind,
the blue sky.
Is that an open-ended pursuit through the entire life, or
just an unnecessary game designed by those foolish guys?
Continually fell and fell and, now, really fell.
I couldn't help to wonder what enables the little boy to advance bravely. 

I'M so shY

The first sight of her was about half a month ago in the building where I rented a room. That was absolutely a chance encounter with a foreign stranger. I was down the stair and she was right in opposition to me. All foolish smiles betrayed my suprise for never seeing a foreigner in where I've lived about 7 monthes. She raised her rays on me. After a quick face for a wonder, she slightly responded, but I could found her frendly. What a exciting occurence to me.
Last night I saw her again. She stood by a geyser. Maybe my footfalls attracted her and she looked back on me. I just beckoned to her without any words. I was disappointed with my silence. How could I say nothing in English? I've learnt it for almost 12 years!!
Next time I must say some words to her, but not "hello".

thE riGhT MEn

So many years have gone by

Always strong, tried not to cry

Never felt like I needed any man

To comfort me in life

But I'm all made up today

A veil upon my face

But no father stands beside me

To give his bride away

Well I'm standing in the chapel

Wearing my white dress

I have waited for this moment

With tears of happiness

Here I leave behind my past

By taking the chance

I've finally found the right man

Thoughts racing fast through my mind

As I'm gazing down the aisle

That my future will mend the memories

Torn between father and child

My emotions overload

'Cause there is no hand to hold

There's no shoulder here to lean on

I'm walking all on my own

Here I go

Now I'm standing at four corners

To have and to hold

Now my love, you stand beside me

To walk life's winding road

And I owe it all to you

For taking the chance

You've shown me there's a right man

'Cause I never knew a right man

Well I'm standing in the chapel

Ready to confess

That I've waited for this moment

With tears of happiness

Now I leave behind my past

By taking the chance

Ohh

Well I'm standing at four corners

To have and to hold

Now my love, you stand beside me

To walk life's winding road

And I owe it all to you

For taking the chance

And one day my little girl

Will reach out her hand

She'll know I found the right man

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