Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Passionate Cookies / 熱情的笨蛋


I often wonder about the connection between my being prone to acts of idiocy and the fact that I can sometimes be straightforward and blunt. Or maybe what others define as “impulsive decisions” is actually the result of too much passion from my point of view.


Ten months ago Shaggy and I randomly picked Spain as our summer travel destination in a casual talk, and we booked tickets within less than 24 hours. We made it to Europe six months ago. On the trip, we did quite a few crazy and stupid things, and even a small dose of booze gave us a sleepless night, which had to be concluded by a Panadol pill for each of us. Well, these are far from being graceful, but why don’t we look on the bright side? We made lofty plans about the exhibitions, and look, Shaggy has carried out her part of the promise!
薛吉 繪 / drawn by Shaggy


Shaggy’s exhibition will start from Jan. 1st in Tote Café. Due to the low-key profile of the duo, Passionate Cookies, there is no opening ceremony. But if you can make it to the café when it opens at around noon time, we will offer you a free yet professional tour guide before we take off!

步調咖啡-北市泰順街44巷15-1號 (02)8369-2835

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Saturday’s evening lesson / 星期六的晚課


9 pm on Saturday. Von and I sat at the desk doodling. This should be MY work, but after his picture couldn’t take any water and watercolor, I invited him to play with me.

Friday, December 18, 2009

Concerto of rain and sneakers / 雨和慢跑鞋的協奏曲


That chilly evening when I went for my routine jog, the musicians were having their last rehearsal outside the hall. I’d always run in silence, but then the mellow notes of cellos became my warm companion in the drizzly darkness. My sneakers were soaking wet, but inside my heart I was soaring with bliss in the sunny cloudless sky.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Monday / 星期一


body trapped between stories of the apartment in rain

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Tuesday, December 08, 2009

What about your morning? / 你那邊的早晨呢?


For James in Kansas, for us here


Winter morning, brisk air, girls ballet on musical scales with their youthful and tender voices—in my picture, they are waves of all kinds of blue hues, fresh smell of pine needles drifts into the classroom.