Oil on canvas 45cm x 53cm |
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
Monday, September 28, 2015
Portrait Study#53 Takaki in progress
Portrait Study#52 Cathy
Sunday, September 27, 2015
Portrait Study# 52 Cathy still in progress
Portrait Study# 48 Dennis
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
Thursday, September 24, 2015
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Tuesday, September 22, 2015
Monday, September 21, 2015
Sad Silent Eyes
I'm not sure if I'm looking at your eyes
Sad Silent Eyes
The unspeakable gravity pulls me into the uncertain lie
Sad Silent Eyes
My body freezes, floating to the edge of cliff
Sad Silent Eyes
I undress, naked dancing to the high life
Sad Silent Eyes
I must be dreaming...
Yes
Sad Silent Eyes
By Yaoling Lee
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Saturday, September 19, 2015
Friday, September 18, 2015
Now I could
Now I could
Now I could
I couldn't make them go. Cause
They stayed in my head
I couldn't think the other way. Cause
Everything froze in your hands
I want to stand on the mountain top
Howling with pack of wolves, and pretend I am one of them
They love me, cherish me with no difference than the others
I lower my head to show my obedience and loyalty
My bare skin begin to grow fur... like my family
Feeling home and warm...
It's dark. Moon shines high in the sky
I lay by their side
Now I could make them go. Cause
They weren't part of me anymore
Now I could think the other way. Cause..
I sensed everything and not afraid of anything
Now I could
Portrait Study#22 Rosita
oil on canvas |
Thursday, September 17, 2015
I should retreat to the bottom of the sea
I should retreat to the bottom of the sea
Leave my foot prints behind me
Hold my breath that troubles me
I dive into the ocean...
water swims, brushes past my flesh
For the last glance
I turn my head and look back
Feel no sound
Dim light disappeared
I should retreat to the bottom of the sea
Where my weary heart rests and regains her need
By Yaoling Lee
Portrait Study#45 Christy
oil on canvas |
Wednesday, September 16, 2015
Portrait Study#44 Dwayne
Oil on cancvas |
Tuesday, September 15, 2015
To Kill A Clown
To Kill A Clown
A poem by Mr. Ramon
To Kill A Clown, You'd Have
To Be As Comical As One.
To Ride A Wave A Hundred
Feet High, It's Like Touching
The Setting Sun.
To Shoot One Down, To Have
Him Ground, So Powdery And Fine.
I'll Tell You Friend; All In All...
You Wouldn't Have The Time
To Kill A Clown,
It's Like Riding A Wave,
To Touch The Setting Sun.
A poem by Mr. Ramon
To Kill A Clown, You'd Have
To Be As Comical As One.
To Ride A Wave A Hundred
Feet High, It's Like Touching
The Setting Sun.
To Shoot One Down, To Have
Him Ground, So Powdery And Fine.
I'll Tell You Friend; All In All...
You Wouldn't Have The Time
To Kill A Clown,
It's Like Riding A Wave,
To Touch The Setting Sun.
Portrait Study#42 Mr.Ramon
Oil on canvas |
Monday, September 14, 2015
Sunday, September 13, 2015
I see U Heaviness
I see U Heaviness
I hold my breath
Dive into water
Look up...
Waving water dancing with green, blue diamonds. Feeling light.
I hold my breath
Dive into water
Look up...
Alien like blanket floating with northern lights. Feeling alive.
I hold my breath
Dive into water
Look up...
and Look up.........
I see U..... Feeling heaviness..... Denied.
I hold my breath
Dive into water
Look up...
Waving water dancing with green, blue diamonds. Feeling light.
I hold my breath
Dive into water
Look up...
Alien like blanket floating with northern lights. Feeling alive.
I hold my breath
Dive into water
Look up...
and Look up.........
I see U..... Feeling heaviness..... Denied.
Friday, September 11, 2015
Portrait Study#37 Rev.Ilona
Oil on canvas |
Thursday, September 10, 2015
I Devour You
I Devour You
I devour you, gobble you down.
Don't come close!
I am the Black Hole from the Universe.
You do know how dark inside? You'll be lost forever.
I am the Tunnels in the Space.
You do know how complex they are? You'll never find the way out.
Time's no cure. There's never one.
See no souls. Only walking deaths.
Shadows' everywhere. Draging heavily their tails. To nowhere.
Don't come close to me.
I devour you, gobble you down, piece by piece, like Goya ghosts (done)....
I devour you, gobble you down.
Don't come close!
I am the Black Hole from the Universe.
You do know how dark inside? You'll be lost forever.
I am the Tunnels in the Space.
You do know how complex they are? You'll never find the way out.
Time's no cure. There's never one.
See no souls. Only walking deaths.
Shadows' everywhere. Draging heavily their tails. To nowhere.
Don't come close to me.
I devour you, gobble you down, piece by piece, like Goya ghosts (done)....
I Will Never
I Will Never
I will never catch a flying arrow...
Sinking heart. Can you hold your breath forever?
Tearing apart. Can you mend these pieces back?
Suffocating under the words of sorrow.
How. I will never catch a flying arrow. Back.
I will never catch a flying arrow...
Sinking heart. Can you hold your breath forever?
Tearing apart. Can you mend these pieces back?
Suffocating under the words of sorrow.
How. I will never catch a flying arrow. Back.
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Portrait Study#40 Emily
Oil on canvas |
Portrait Study#39 Chelsea
Tuesday, September 8, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
Portrait Study#34 Junko
Oil on canvas |
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Saturday, September 5, 2015
Tear
Tear
Tear is moonlight stone
No one knows where it comes from, where it goes...
It has its own home so called HOME
Where it keeps its tear stones
It has its own home so called HOME
Where it talks through the night to the stones
Tear is blue river
No one knows where it comes from, where it goes...
It has its own home so called HOME
Where it contemplates, longing for..." WHOLE"
Tear is rainbow
No one knows where it comes from, where it goes...
It has its own home so called HOME
Where it washes itself into colored stripes
Where it buries itself
Where it's blindfolded and will never see through the light...
Tear is moonlight stone
No one knows where it comes from, where it goes...
It has its own home so called HOME
Where it keeps its tear stones
It has its own home so called HOME
Where it talks through the night to the stones
Tear is blue river
No one knows where it comes from, where it goes...
It has its own home so called HOME
Where it contemplates, longing for..." WHOLE"
Tear is rainbow
No one knows where it comes from, where it goes...
It has its own home so called HOME
Where it washes itself into colored stripes
Where it buries itself
Where it's blindfolded and will never see through the light...
portrait study#38 Naomi in Progress
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