Showing posts with label my painting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my painting. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

It is an Argentine Tango ....

Pink Tango 新都里.....  


我以我的方式愛你,
你卻說我不了解你,
事實上可能是你不了解你自己....

可是我想告訴你,
我也許給你的不是你想要的,
但是我給你的,
都是我認為最好的!



Friday, September 14, 2012

千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!

千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!
千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!
千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!
千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!
千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!
千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!
千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!
千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!
千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!
千萬不要背叛自己的靈魂!


Let's Fly ! 


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

定情物。。。。。


定情物。。
古典小說人物都好浪漫唷。。。

一條手帕,
一把髮梳,
一支髮飾,
一首詩詞,
一方國土,
一只遺落在地上的絲巾。。。
一件首飾,
一隻手錶,
一幅畫作,
一座城堡,
還是一首隱藏心底的樂曲。。。

親愛的,
我們的定情物是什麼呢?





Sunday, May 9, 2010

金色筆記 28

只不過不再談論個人的情緒,不再發表太多個人的看法。
不再狂哭,不再暴怒,不再三更半夜吵醒朋友,不再半夜大叫驚醒,
不再很開心的笑,不再半夜掛急診。。。。

書上說這叫做鎮靜,叫做不緊張,叫做肌肉放鬆。。。

下午和朋友在 Cafe 喝Latte,
今天很開心了。
開車順道上陽明山頂看黃昏,朦朦朧朧的,不冷有點風....

今晚作畫,花了三分之二的時間,看著沒人看的懂的抽象畫作,
凝思....
紅與黑的凝思.

怎麼,母親節,傷傷感感的...

從小,自己要的東西不多,好像很開心;是媽咪不開心。
後來,自己學會了想要擁有,想要的卻都很難要的到..自己就變的不開心。
媽咪一直都不開心....;我知道,她不說也不承認,我們都沒達到她的期望。
心理上,大家一直都有很遠很遠的距離....
媽咪從小說,要記帳喔要有理財觀念喔,要得第一喔,要打扮漂漂亮亮的喔,要女性獨立自主喔,但要聽媽媽的話喔,小時候說少吃點,現在說要多吃點.....


結果神經大條的行。。。都沒做到媽咪的標準...
還不是在她眼裡愛鬥嘴,不撒嬌又不甜的孩子...
嗚嗚.
我也想...要給她一個很大的擁抱,親伊下說,我愛妳;真的很難...

我想,佛說,別有太多妄念,慾求,期望。
便會在當下快快樂樂的存在....

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Impressionism....


You are right.
Imitation....
with Ravel's Gaspal ...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Pierre Bonnard : A Color Player







As if you are walking in a colorful palette of magic fantasy, you can smell the sweetness, feel the warmth, gaze into something delightful in his paintings.
You can see his small brushstroke indicating the direction of the win, and the intensity of the smile.





Pierre Bonnard : (1867-1947)

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Like Crimson Rambler ...

American Impressionist....
They are so much more realistic than French Impressionist Artists...
In comparison with the French school, the light and /color and so the imagination and/playfulness were not present, but stillness and harmony.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Lake Sun-Moon













6:30 AM bearly awake, walking down the shore of Lake Sun-Moon..., where I found the beauty of Chinese painting...

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Let not my love be called idoltry


She had a dream, a wish, an ideal, and that is how it begins:


Let not my love be called idoltry,

Nor my beloved as an idol show,

Since all alike my songs and praises be

To one, of one, still such, and ever so.


Fiar, kind, and true, is all my argument,

Fair, kind, and true, varying to other words.