Monday, August 30, 2010

LOVE / 愛情


I am happy because you are happy.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

Departure / 離開





She said, “I am always the one that sees others off. One day it will be my turn to go away.”

I said, “I don’t want to stay where I am all the time. That’s why I have to leave.”

We’d dreamed of flying away, but you made it earlier than me. Much as we long for the opportunity to leave, we realize right before departure that courage is indispensable in our moving on.

Going away is not a form of escape. Instead, it’s a journey on which you have to come face to face with yourself. Let the wind and rain wash away your impetuosity, and you’ll eventually see what you are after.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Blissful / 幸福的


I wasn’t so sure about my works back in May, so it occurred to me that maybe I need a pair of experienced and objective eyes. Mr. Cheng Ming Chin’s name popped into my mind. I did attend one speech held by him two years ago, and I remember that he welcomed the audience to exchange mail with him. It is a pity that I didn’t ask for his address then. Thus, I searched for his information online and came across a book he had published earlier this year entitled Mr. Cheng Ming Chin’s Secret Mail with Twenty Illustrators. I was lucky enough to find Mr. Cheng’s address on the mail sent by his illustrator friends to him in the book. It was then that I vowed to write to him as soon as possible.


I put off this important task until the end of July after I returned from my summer trip. Though I did send out a hand-drawn postcard, in the meanwhile, I told myself that it would be understandable if I did not hear from Mr. Cheng. Then one month passed. When I came home last Sunday evening, I was attracted by a very special-looking envelope lying randomly on the desk of the concierge. On the back was glued a small picture advocating the consumption of Taiwanese fruits. My curiosity tempted me to turn the envelope, and surprisingly, I was the addressee!


I took the elevator with a heart full of glee. I couldn’t help making a lot of noise about the mail when arriving home. Dad and Mom asked me what it was all about. When I uttered Mr. Cheng’s name, they two both exclaimed: Oh he is famous! We have heard his name. (Mr. Cheng is like the father of illustration in Taiwan.) I learned that Mr. Cheng had replied during the same week I sent out the postcard. However, he missed the number 1 when it came to the floor I live on. Fortunately, my kind-hearted neighbor threw out the mail one month later so that I could accidentally find it on a kind-of-sentimental Sunday. Isn’t God pretty nice to me, I thought…


Mr. Cheng is almost 80 years old, but he is so full of passion and warmth. That really moves me. In Mr. Cheng’s mail, he reminded me of something I had thought about before. He also said, let’s draw freely without any restrictions, shall we? Eileen happened to have made similar remarks to me last week. I figure that sometimes I lock myself in the box without being aware of it. I am so blessed to have these warm people to constantly lift me up so that I can make progress at my own pace in doing the thing I love the most in the world.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Passion, Spain / 熱情‧西班牙


Summer break is drawing to an end. My summer trip was over a long time ago, and travelers around me have all returned from long journeys to remote countries. Patty asked me, “Where will you go for next trip?” Though I don’t have any plan for the coming year, still, I can travel in more creative forms. For example, I just finished a book on North Europe and came back from an exhibition on Hans Christian Andersen. I wasn’t in that part of the world physically, but “my visit” couldn’t feel more real. After I conquered the spatial boundaries, time no longer posed any obstacle for me. I look back on my trip to Spain last year. When I read the past record, I am immediately transported to those wonderful moments.


I shared this series with some friends back in April, but there must be those who’d like to get away but can’t afford the luxury for the time being. Why don’t you put aside your work and go on a ten-minute trip?

My travel route: Barcelona to Valencia to Granada to Ronda to Sevilla to Cordoba to Madrid

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Insomnia / 睡不著

Insomnia by Elizabeth Bishop

The moon in the bureau mirror
looks out a million miles
(and perhaps with pride, at herself,
but she never, never smiles)
far and away beyond sleep, or
perhaps she’s a daytime sleeper.

By the Universe deserted,
she’d tell it to go to hell,
and she’d find a body of water,
or a mirror, on which to dwell.
So wrap up care in a cobweb
and drop it down the well

into that world inverted
where left is always right
where the shadows are really the body,
where we stay awake all night,
where the heavens are shallow as the sea
is now deep, and you love me.

The reason for insomnia should be the inversion of “you love me.” It’s actually “I love you.”

睡不著 伊莉莎白畢夏普





Friday, August 13, 2010

So mesmerizing is … / ‧‧‧無限好


It might be our short outing to Tamsui in early July. The entrancing sunset has stayed in my mind since then. Or it might be the trip to China soon afterwards. Lately, I’ve been obsessing about Bishop’s verse: And have we room, for one more folded sunset, still quite warm? from the poem Questions of Travel.


Aug. 12, 2010


After the showers in the sultry afternoon, the sky cleared up with a transparent kind of beauty. We raced on the highway like a small car in a gigantic oil painting of nature in which the sunset beamed with fire-red glow. We weren’t going on any thrilling night adventure, but it was no less than a trip. I felt as much excitement and anticipation about what we were going to see.


It was already dark by the time we reached another city. Fortunately, we made it to the visit hours of the newborn wards. I got to meet you though you weigh only 2100 gram, living in the incubator, breathing kind of unsteadily. Something stirred in me when I saw your tiny body, big nose, slender fingers, and semi-transparent toes. And I kind of felt like crying seeing your fatigued mom and her struggles along the way.


Bishop’s question comes back to me. Yes, I always have room for one more folded sunset. Moreover, I am going to give you the sunset of your birthday as my present of our first encounter. We both have a long way to go, and the sunset is not the end.