The Arrogant Butterfly -3

The Arrogant Butterfly

The Arrogant Butterfly

On the wall, if you imagine, there is a flock of flamingos dancing on the green water. Yet all the way through the wall,the arrogant butterfly just cocks its head with eyes looking straight ahead, seemingly saying, “I don’t give a flying fuck!”


Theme 1: Beautiful Creatures.

For this theme, the 1st project is to share about 50 butterflies.

Why butterfly? Because when I was young, I have had supernatural experience with a super big butterfly, which has become a part of my first Chinglish novel . Since then, I have been into the mystery of all different butterflies and their short lives. 

Count On Writing#2

A green bottle recycled, a new creative way to make  something mysterious and incredible.

A green bottle recycled, a new creative way to make something mysterious and incredible.


Here is Booker – long listed novelist, award-winning poet and widely published journalist Paul Kingsnorth on writing.

Writing is not a ‘career’. There is no salary, no job security, no promotion, no pension, no guarantee of work, no guarantee that anyone will ever notice what you do. Writing is a calling. If you are called, answer. Prepare for a life of intense work at curious hours, likely obscurity and regular self-doubt, punctuated by periods of wonder that somehow make it all worthwhile. If this doesn’t appeal, try local government.

 

Drawing#5: The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, The Devil

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, The Devil

The Good, The Bad, The Ugly, The Devil


Inspired by a Chinese character 人 (people), this is a challenge, an action, emotional and soulful. – People eat people and the devil eat all. 


 

From now on, I’ll post my drawings weekly, or maybe twice a week. To share the below auto-biographic stories, I’ll keep being creative, transforming my thoughts into words and images.

I started school when I was ten. In primary school, there was no lessons other than Maths and Chinese. The rest were merely reading on your own and doing homework. So basically, I had to skip the rest of the classes to do housework or farmwork. And the teacher used charcoal to write on the wooden board. Not to mention that I never owned any proper paper. One evening after dinner, I invited my best playmate to visit my room. We sat up on the bed face to face, looking into each other. Then we came up with an idea to draw each other’s face. So we used the back page of my Chinese and Math books, which were blank and white. In the end, we looked again and again at the drawings, laughing with pride. Too bad, soon the pictures faded away naturally. Now the drawn face has become vague, but the memory of my very first drawing with a pencil is still vivid.

In middle school, there was a drawing teacher who, I would reckon, was the best and the only drawing teacher in my life. Yet, the lesson was basically the teacher talking and we listening. Not because the teacher didn’t want us to practice drawing but we couldn’t afford the paper and the school couldn’t afford drawing paper for each student. Thus one day, our school held a sort of competition, giving each student one hard white sheet of paper to draw on and a piece of red soft paper to cut. (Paper cutting was very traditional in my hometown. Both weddings and funerals require it absolutely.) I had no idea how to cut properly. Nor did the others. Everyone just cut randomly and chose any picture in the book to draw. To my amazement, my drawing was shown on the wall as the second prize and my cutting paper the first prize. And that was that.

For writing and drawing, no one really cared or cares in my hometown. It was the scores in the examinations that were most important to the parents, the teachers and the schools. Even then, two of my schoolmates, who were really talented at drawing, just become teachers and have a normal family. 

But not me! I always want to follow my heart. Many times when there’s an image floating in my head, I believe it would be good if I can put it on paper to make it visible. On February 28th, 2015, I was using the toilet and one image strongly forced me to capture and sketch. So The Left Eye became my first drawing to share here. Then Be Wild and then The Solitary. Now Confusion.

PS: I have been quite “productive” in drawing lately. So this first round is black and white with ballpoint pen. Next will be in color.

Thank you for reading and appreciating! I hope you all are happy doing what you really want! 🙂

The Butterfly Dying -2

This is a zebra swallowtail butterfly. Its death is a dramatic tragedy. It's sad to watch it dying in silence. After fluttering its wings for the last time in its beautiful yet short life, it was shaking slightly yet still struggling for the last breath.

This is a zebra swallowtail butterfly. Its death is a dramatic tragedy. It’s sad to watch it dying in silence. After fluttering its wings for the last time in its beautiful yet short life, it was shaking slightly yet still struggling for the last breath.

Theme 1: Beautiful Creatures.

For this theme, the 1st project is to share about 50 butterflies.

Why butterfly? Because when I was young, I have had supernatural experience with a super big butterfly, which has become a part of my first Chinglish novel . Since then, I have been into the mystery of all different butterflies and their short lives. 

The Butterfly Weighs -1

Anyone ever wonder the weight of a butterfly? This one seems to show something like gravity, which I feel its wings are heavier than its body, as if the butterfly is doing push-ups.

Anyone ever wonder the weight of a butterfly? This one seems to show something like gravity, which I feel its wings are heavier than its body, as if the butterfly is doing push-ups.


Theme1: Beautiful Creatures.

For this theme, the 1st project is to share about 50 butterflies.

Why butterfly? Because when I was young, I have had supernatural experience with a super big butterfly, which has become a part of my first Chinglish novel . Since then, I have been into the mystery of all different butterflies and their short lives. 

Drawing#4: Confusion

The more a person has been through, the more easily he would get confused; the worse, the more likely he would become a confusing person.

The more a person has been through, the more easily he or she would get confused; even worse, the more likely he or she would become a confusing person.


From now on, I’ll post my drawings weekly, or maybe twice a week. To share the below auto-biographic stories, I’ll keep being creative, transforming my thoughts into words and images.

I started school when I was ten. In primary school, there was no lessons other than Maths and Chinese. The rest were merely reading on your own and doing homework. So basically, I had to skip the rest of the classes to do housework or farmwork. And the teacher used charcoal to write on the wooden board. Not to mention that I never owned any proper paper. One evening after dinner, I invited my best playmate to visit my room. We sat up on the bed face to face, looking into each other. Then we came up with an idea to draw each other’s face. So we used the back page of my Chinese and Math books, which were blank and white. In the end, we looked again and again at the drawings, laughing with pride. Too bad, soon the pictures faded away naturally. Now the drawn face has become vague, but the memory of my very first drawing with a pencil is still vivid.

In middle school, there was a drawing teacher who, I would reckon, was the best and the only drawing teacher in my life. Yet, the lesson was basically the teacher talking and we listening. Not because the teacher didn’t want us to practice drawing but we couldn’t afford the paper and the school couldn’t afford drawing paper for each student. Thus one day, our school held a sort of competition, giving each student one hard white sheet of paper to draw on and a piece of red soft paper to cut. (Paper cutting was very traditional in my hometown. Both weddings and funerals require it absolutely.) I had no idea how to cut properly. Nor did the others. Everyone just cut randomly and chose any picture in the book to draw. To my amazement, my drawing was shown on the wall as the second prize and my cutting paper the first prize. And that was that.

For writing and drawing, no one really cared or cares in my hometown. It was the scores in the examinations that were most important to the parents, the teachers and the schools. Even then, two of my schoolmates, who were really talented at drawing, just become teachers and have a normal family. 

But not me! I always want to follow my heart. Many times when there’s an image floating in my head, I believe it would be good if I can put it on paper to make it visible. On February 28th, 2015, I was using the toilet and one image strongly forced me to capture and sketch. So The Left Eye became my first drawing to share here. Then Be Wild and then The Solitary. Now Confusion.

PS: I have been quite “productive” in drawing lately. So this first round is black and white with ballpoint pen. Next will be in color.

Thank you for reading and appreciating! I hope you all are happy doing what you really want! 🙂

World’s End (8 images)

At World’s End,one thing surprised me was that, even though it says Purple Faced Leaf Monkey, I didn’t see any big animals while walking through the whole circle. Yet I did hear great sound in a deep forest, though I dared not to figure out. Thus the views were truly amazing!

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, you would see the sea if you look into the distance.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, you would see the sea if you look into the distance.

Standing on the cliff with wind hauling, my body seemed flying.

Standing on the cliff with wind hauling, my body seemed flying.

Indeed,World's End is a good place to understand the nature of the cloud forest.

Indeed,World’s End is a good place to understand the nature of the cloud forest.

Trying to capture of two villages under the beautiful mountains, I had to lie on the edge.

Trying to capture of two villages under the beautiful mountains, I had to lie on the edge.


It was said that by accident a German guy fell off the cliff about two months ago. Luckily, when the helicopter was searching for him, he was found on a tree. So basically his life was  saved by nature. Be kind to nature!

Between the grasslands, a river runs through it. That's why green green.

Between the grasslands, a river runs through it. Over the green river, it’s Rod Bridge.

Baker's Fall. You can imagine the sound when raining...

Baker’s Fall. You can imagine the sound when raining…

Half way back to the entrance, where the road was poetic.

Half way back to the entrance, where the road was poetic.

A pool appeared before your eyes...

A pool appeared before your eyes…


Again, too many good photos to post in one blog. Here I’ve selected eight photos for your reference. Then we call it the end. Next project will be different.Thank you for reading and appreciating!:)

Little World’s End

At World’s End, you can either walk through the grassland or the forest in a circle for about ten kilometers. We chose the forest, because many did the other way around. Inside the forest, we could feel the change immediately. The air was cooler and more humid. The trees provided the shade and also trapped the moisture. The light shone on the leaves and some spread on the road through the gaps.

The grassland, the green forests and the deep forest in the distance.

The grassland, the green forests and the deep forest in the distance.

Into the forest, out of the heat of the sun, walking on the wild road

Into the forest, out of the heat of the sun, walking on the wild road

A weirdo must read this, because the way you live is a part of the nature.:)

A different sort of person will read this, because the way you live is a part of nature.:)

Hello Little World!

Hello Little World!

Look, how high is the cliff?

Dare to look down?

There's a valley down there. One village in the shade and the other under the sun.

There’s a valley down there. One village in the shade and the other under the sun.

This is the End of the little world and beggining of the journey to the grassland. But acctually you can climb up and have some more adventures like I did alone. :)

This is the end and beginning of the journey to the grassland. But actually you can climb up further and have some more adventures like I did alone. 🙂


Next will be World’s End. Please enjoy! 🙂

World’s End-The Approaches

The Sunrise.

The Sunrise.

The Wild Deer!

The Wild Deer!

Into the Wild...

Into the Wild…

Kindly, some words:

In Nuwara Eliya, we were told, the earlier we go in the morning, the clearer view we would get. So we started off before 6 A.M. Surprisingly, after 90 mins of driving from the town to the ticket office, it was rather chilling with the cold wind and many people with all different vehicles already queueing.

After getting the ticket, you still need to drive further to the entrance for about ten mins. Before walking through, they not only check your ticket but make sure there’s no plastic stuff like plastic bag taking with you. Our driver even told us to wipe off the labels from the bottles of water. It was the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen and done, for the sake of our environment.

PS: World’s End is consist of Little World’s End and World’s End. 

 Next part would be Little World’s End. Hope you enjoy! 🙂

Beauty of Mystery

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Untitled…

Under the water, the color is simply gray.

You might imagine some angels making love with some demons.

Yet the angels merely sing: C’est La Vie…

Above the water, a whirlpool is drumming.

Soon the red leaf breaks the crystals.

And the green awakes from his nightmare…