Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Tuesday, May 30, 2017
Let's go to Dadaocheng Wharf for the sunset. It's more a public space for the locals than a tourist spot.
Everyone relaxes in their own ways. I can't help loosening up as I observe and draw how others live.
As the sky darkens, the wharf becomes a performing stage for local singers. They can be seen on the square, next to the temples or under the banyan trees. Rows of empty plastic chairs wave to the passers-by, inviting them to be part of the show. Moreover, the music is accompanied by the sophisticated dance of middle-aged men. What a splendid way to spend an evening in Taipei!
Monday, May 29, 2017
In the picture-book class last week, the teacher kept asking if we had any work to share with one another. Even so, my cowardice held me back, finally blowing away the last whiff of courage I had. In the end, I walked back to my seat quietly without saying or showing anything.
That day in class I happened to run into Ada, a friend I'd met years ago. Before leaving, she told me not to be afraid. Her words of encouragement made me take a huge leap. As she had predicted, I got so much helpful feedback after showing the work to the teacher and classmates. After that day, though my life appears to be the same on the outside, it has, in fact, become very different.
Sunday, May 28, 2017
On Dad's birthday, we go for a drive along the northeast coast. Though it pours, we are not daunted by the rain at all. Instead, we've never been so determined.
I sketch inside the dry and cozy car. Dad and I ramble on casually. Meanwhile, despite the rain, the fishermen on the cruise are ready to sail on the sea.
We race on the winding road along the sea, finally arriving at Pitouchiao. The scenery is so breathtaking that I can't help taking up my pens. The car is filled with the sounds of my brushes stroking on the paper. After finishing the sketch, I get off the car to take a closer look at the seacoast. The salty smell of the sea fills my nostrils, which is the best gift of the day, apart from the fantastic sea waves.
Afterwards we visit Nanya rocks. What an absolutely poetic combination of rocks, waves, and rain!
We top off the outing with a photo shot at the super romantic Hoping Island.
It's not my birthday, but it's definitely a day much better than a birthday!
Saturday, May 27, 2017
Since I haven't sketched for a long while, my whole being is packed with longings that scream for an outlet. So I decide to play the sketchy sketch game even when taking the short bus ride. Be it thirty seconds or twenty minutes, I know there are countless possibilities in the game.
In my eyes, every detail is so charming and nothing, not even a gigantic bus in front of me, can stop me from recording their beauty.
Life is always beautiful, but we are often blind to it.