Monday, February 27, 2006
I finally got the confirmation from Zyxel about the exhibition in April. I am literally buried in tons of plans now. I'll have to be a superwoman to carry all of them out. As a matter of fact, work and daily routines almost suck my inspiration dry, but this comes at a good moment because it means I can dedicate most of my free time to preparing the exhibition. I actually have difficulty looking back because the past works are hardly good enough for me. Now I am faced with the challenge of looking at the old self and present it in a more proper way.
My preparation includes: I'd like to add Chinese explanation for long stories. I owe an apology to those who are really interested in my works but who are baffled by so many English words. I am about to start some more blogs to publish the other stories I wrote. If you are interested in beef noodles, you can go to the blog:
In the meanwhile, I hope I will have some time for painting because without art, I would wither very soon...
My first exhibition is nothing fancy. It's even not in a professional gallery, but I really want to do my best. If you happen to drop by my blog, you are more than welcome to give me some encouragement!
PS: The illo today is dedicated to my brave girl, who struggles to find true love!
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Several weeks ago, friends took me to a tourist spot in the suburbs known as the corner for tea in Taipei. It was a chilly evening. We could feel the rain and the cold indoors. When the tea was finally served, we felt warmed-up from head to toe.
The procedure of making tea is more than complicated. I watched Mr. Wu perform the whole ritual with ease. When he poured tea from one kettle to another, from the kettle to cups, it was as if I had seen fresh spring leaves drop into the little tea cups. The taste was so beautiful and beyond description.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
Where I am has always been the same. When I was younger, it was never large enough for me. There were always bigger worlds out there. Years have passed and I am reconciled with living in my little corner. Why?
Saturday, February 18, 2006
The Wedding Singer--
In their wedding, she did all the talking. He only looked at her in silent bliss. When he took over the microphone, words of love flew out of his mouth in the form of notes. It was a song written specifically for her.
Most of the guests were surprised. Some even found the act kind of comic. I remember that day, I thought to myself that I would never do something so ridiculous in my wedding.
Now when I think back, I wonder what she saw when she looked at him singing. Her smile was so dazzling. She must have seen the world to which she belonged...
I did two versions of the man, and in the end I can't tell if I prefer the one at the top. I do have to thank my dad for letting me pick the flowers on the balcony. The colors of the petals are just amazing.
While I was posting "Oh My Loveman!", I realized the differences between the story and the reality were only growing bigger and bigger. The story was within my control, but it was not so with real life. Besides, the latter is sometimes more dramatic than fiction. It is mission impossible to put down all my feelings in words, so I'll let my paintings tell the story.
I've had moments of desperation, struggles, self-reproach, anger, disappointment, and even self-negation. It dawned on me earlier this week that I had to give myself a hug should I feel bad about myself. And with the story behind, it's really time to move on.
I think I'll be fine, and I hope the same for him.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
About the girl named "Simplicity"--
Everyone says she is complicated. Her thoughts are hidden within layers and layers of petals filled with words. No one gets what she really thinks. She is too distant and mysterious to understand.
She says, "How can it be? My name is Simplicity. I am like all the other things in the world. See through the appearance and I am as simple as nature, as life..."
PS: The last character in my Chinese name means "Simplicity."
Friday, February 10, 2006
Pipi finally set sail for her way home. As the boat drifted further and further away, she raised her hands hard and waved goodbye to the smaller and smaller people on the shore. "Bye everyone!" Though they couldn't see her face, she actually felt sentimental. After all, it was a very beautiful encounter...
Thursday, February 09, 2006
"Pipi, we are here to give you a hand!" Loveman and his family showed great enthusiasm in pushing the boat for her, but the problem was, there were kids and some of them even didn't know how to swim!
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Pipi thought to herself and wondered if she would make it home...
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
"Pipi!" Before the boat was pushed into the sea, Loveman and his helping family arrived in the super RV of Mercedes Benz. Loveman even ran all the way from the house to the seashore. Pipi was glad and anxious at seeing them. She had no clue if she would still be firm enough to carry out her original plan...
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Cal lived in a seaside village when she was little. Rain or shine, she would go to the sea every day. The sea was part of her.
When she was 10, her parents decided to send her to a boarding school inland. They were so busy with their little bakery that they hardly had time to visit her once a week. Whenever adults came to pick up their kids, Cal looked with at lines of cars racing off for sweet homes. Her eyes were brimmed with longings for the small and warm house in the village and most of all, for the sea.
One Sunday, she was sitting on the couch in the student lobby. The first floor was five-story tall. Having no one to talk to, Cal sank into daydreams. She closed her eyes. The dazzling lights felt like twinkling stars in the dark. The noise around her faded away and then came the soothing lullabies of tides. She dipped her feet to make sure that it was really seawater. She could even feel that salty smell. Suddenly her yearnings and nostalgia were replaced by a sense of satisfaction and calm…
After Cal became a mom, she told the story of the Magic Couch to her children. It was from then that the sofas and chairs in Cal’s house all became magical!
Note: I redid an old drawing done 6 years ago. I like the idea but the illo is sort of crude. But there seems to be something else inside the old one. What do you think?
Friday, February 03, 2006
By this moment, the whole family had been awoken from their sound sleep. They looked at Pipi from behind the windows. Meanwhile, they shouted and waved their hands. "Oh la la, Pipi, come back!" "It's very dangerous for you to sail alone on the sea like that!" "God bless the poor girl!" "Don't do silly things young lady!"
Everyone was too preoccupied to hear the door slam.