The player happened to play Daydream's piano music. The very past burst to my mind.When I was in uni, I hated accounting as my major. At that time I skipped classes to stay in the dorm to draw. With music, I kept drawing different portraits one after another, sometimes with tears dropping. My heart continued to be sensitive. Drawing was the way to let my sentiments out. It was my way to heal. I couldn't help looking back at some old drawings drawn at that time, about 5-6 years ago.
Once there was a girl,
You've no ideas what she'd been through
You don't know she was such something blue
a bird singing gloomy songs
The first time her wings broke
she realised she actually had them in two
The first time her heart broke
she believed her feelings were so true
that others could hurt but could never deprive
From then on, she started the long trip seeking home
Rather suffered than numb
--- Robin
listening to Dreaming
Monday, November 28, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Get Summer Back
It snowed again, heavily. I'd like to get more warmth a bit through thinking of some summer colour. So I did these.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
The End of Autumn
With the first snow in Shenyang, I realised autumn has really ended. Here's a little piece of autumn colour for you all, from my sketchbook.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Frost
Many eyes are covered by the splendid world
not be able to see the truth
The truth lies in the heart
only if you listen to its rhyme
you could be free
Listening to Chris Garneau's So Far
Friday, November 11, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Tree Bark
Bleak wind, visits the hollow wilderness
Whistling an lonely tale
It was recorded on a piece of tree bark
You peeled off remember?
It was a promise on behalf of leaves, stars and squirrels
Beautiful flowers grew on the tree
But it's never told how long it lasts
The next autumn, I was left alone
around the tree where the bark's from
fallen leaves, full of the memory trail
----Robin
Inspired by Ólafur Arnalds' Ljósið
Whistling an lonely tale
It was recorded on a piece of tree bark
You peeled off remember?
It was a promise on behalf of leaves, stars and squirrels
Beautiful flowers grew on the tree
But it's never told how long it lasts
The next autumn, I was left alone
around the tree where the bark's from
fallen leaves, full of the memory trail
----Robin
Inspired by Ólafur Arnalds' Ljósið
Monday, November 7, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
Illustrations for Focus on Dalian
Early this month I was commissioned to do two editorial illustrations for the new issue Focus on Dalian magazine. This is my first time to work with them.Focus on Dalian is a bimonthly magazine created by people from different countries which is like a local platform with multi-cultural vision. I read some of its issues when I was living in Dalian. Didn't expect that they would contact me for contributions one day.
You can read the online version here: http://issuu.com/focus-on-dalian
And here are the two illos for your clearer views.
You can read the online version here: http://issuu.com/focus-on-dalian
And here are the two illos for your clearer views.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
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